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!