Locomotive

trapped in a rut and i cant get out
dont see a way to be free
working at it everyday nothing that i do
or say can break my poverty
my desperate eyes will close tonight
and i hope i wont feel a thing
cause i know tomorrow ill continue
with my sorrow
and my desperate eyes will sting

i dont understand, is it some kind of plan
to keep us in our places
no matter how we try, no matter how we strive
we just cant seem to get ahead

same old stuff all over again
but necessity keeps me here
every week that passes
im gettin weaker, faster
im living in constant fear
suffering is at an all time high
and they tell me im a lucky man
if lucky is to suffer, then i wish it on another
and i really dont give a damn

day in day out, feeling the grind
someway, somehow, gonna leave it behind

day in day out, feeling the grind
someway, somehow, gonna leave it behind
day in day out, feeling the grind
someway, somehow, gonna leave it behind