The Hug

Hey, don't I get anything? For all the miles I drove And the shirts I flogged? It ain't like I'm a mercenary I don't want medals For doing my job I'm just waiting there Not for the money, not for the gear I'm just waiting here for the hug A little bit of recognition Cities, I've seen them all And in the end they're just the same And diesel it makes my hand stink And the fuckers Don't even know my name I'm just waiting here Not for the money, not for the gear I'm just waiting here for the hug A little bit of recognition I used to play in a kicking metal band But the gigs dried up When the singer died Now I'm reduced to humping speakers And I got this real emptiness inside I'm just waiting here Not for the money, not for the gear I'm just waiting here for the hug A little bit of recognition Just a hug for all the work I've done Just a smile, oh fucking hell, anything Come on, gimme a hug!