Laborman

It's getting bright man Squinting staring at the sun Just look at your burned skin And try to tell me that I'm wrong Your laboring promise Was anything but heavy work Is this all you've done then? It took hours just to find the words Well, give me some time I've been mulling around And kicking its teeth in the dirt I've got a feeling A sleeping depression That somebody's gonna get hurt Well, oh ya Well, they won't even mind This great succession Is a wound that never wants to heal Begging your pardon If I kinda like the way it feels You'll have to choke down The dust of me left in your mouth You got the harness So where you gonna drag me now? Well, give me some time I've been mulling it around And kicking its teeth in the dirt And, I think it's pulling right for the bruisin' And somebody's gonna get hurt Well, they won't Have to suffer me no more