Growlers (The)
Heehaw Stomp
Soft hands with your head hanging lowYou got no plans and nowhere to goYou're always lying round and you're always waitingWith your no good reasons for your complainingI got no time or sympathy for the kindWho put their needs ahead and put their morals behindNo time and too much weight on my spine to give youSense and a dime to hear you shuffle and whineThe man of today don't have a back for the weightNobody to wait for food on the plateSoft hands why don't you do it yourselfinstead of waiting for your uncle to helppick up your limp chin and tighten up your beltinstead of waiting for your shadow to helpthe man of today has withered away....
From Letras Mania