Yes I think I have the working man blues
The headlights will cut through the morning haze as they always do

That deal with the Devil type feel
Short walks to the liquor store

We go on and on
Circular motion
Until we hit the ground

Tired of Women who don't know what they're doing or what they want during sex
Tired of hands that are too weak to wring my neck
Tired of always thinking "What a fucking waste of time"