Hard Times

Another day, another shift at the plant. Another day, another eight hours.

Man, I hate it when I'm right where I stand. At the bottom

of the manmade tower. Mama told me I should run while I can.

And Daddy said to keep my head down. Now I wake up and I

do it again. It's like I never even left this town. And now I

don't have time to find my way back home. This is the only life

I know. Hard times are good at keeping me going. Now I'm working

and I'm stuck in a trance. On the same lot for 25 years.