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