Raise Yer Glass

You got a grip on the American Dream

Your hands are empty but thats not what you see

Your pockets are empty & the landlords here

You spent your money on piss warm beer

To be someone and make the rules

To hold the cards & throw down your tools

To wash your hands clean and tuck in your shirt

It's the American Dream, it shouldn't have to hurt

You got a job and thats what pays your way

Got a family thats what makes you stay

The mouths are fed, the roof don't leak

You pat them on the head and kiss them on the cheek

But you forgot their faces and the place you got

Spend time thinking about what you haven't got

Slaving every day but your hearts somewhere else

Trying to figure out where you lost yourself

Can't you see youre just a working man

You'll never have more than you hold in your hand

You work all your life for someone else

The working man, he's the only one

With a legacy of pride in the work he's done

Sweat and tears for the family that he loves

His pride and his family will always be enought

Cant you see that im a working man

And we're all just working men

Raise your glass to the working man alright