Lyrics
the struggles we ve fought
what the hell have i done
I m in the tombs tonight, music from the heart
lyrics from the streets
Working man songs, i started to bleed
You ll never succeed, what the hell have i done
I started to shout, out with a friend, you can try to copy it
i hear sirens
What the hell have i done, i ve been attacked, what the hell have i done
they punched me in the mouth
What the hell, lyrics from the streets
they started to laugh
The messed up life, without warning
I m in the tombs tonight, nothing wrong
Working man songs, i ve been attacked
was to sing this oppressed man s song
My future in their hands, the struggles we ve fought
the only thing that i did wrong
Bright lights in my eyes, you ll never succeed
I m in the tombs tonight, empty bottle in hand
Working man songs, all my future in their hands
I hear sirens, i m in the tombs tonight, you can try to copy it
Was to sing this oppressed man s song, we re singing alone
they started to laugh
They hit me in the back, they grab me by the hair
Lyrics from the streets, lyrics from the streets, you can try to copy it
what the hell
we find ourselves behind these bars
my ribs went pop
They punched me in the mouth, i m in the tombs tonight
4 am on a cold night
I find myself, i wouldn t cry
Only singing a working man s song, i m in the tombs tonight
4 am on a cold night, empty bottle in hand
what the hell have i done
Nothing wrong, it was as though as lead
4 am on a cold night
working man songs
Was to sing this oppressed man s song, the messed up life
Now my life has been st ed, they hit me in the back Tombs, then threw me against the wall
They punched me in the mouth, they punched me in the mouth
They hit me in the back, drunk disorderly is the fucking charge
was to sing this working man s song
they hit me in the back
out with a friend
i took one in the chin
you ll never succeed
all my future in their hands
was to sing this working man s song
i took one in the chin
Singing out loud about this world, nothing wrong
It was as though as lead, i find myself
it was as though as lead
Working man songs, i began to spin
The messed up life, the messed up life In, i wouldn t cry
The only thing that i did wrong, i wouldn t cry Tombs, they started to laugh
The messed up life, was to sing this working man s song