Manual Labor Pains Lyrics

Manual labor it pains me

Not so much my body as my soul

My arms and legs don't ache at all, but my oh me is woe

Won't somebody come and let my people go

Fourteen hours with a shovel just carvin' up some nameless earth

And with another job done, I don't know what it's worth

Because an hourly wage just doesn't pay the taxin' in my head

And with another week gone I'm another paycheck dead

Manual labor pains me

And not so much my body as my mind

If and only I could lose all kind of track of time

But every hour seems to pass so slow

And every thought I consider is just driven like a nail

Hammered down into the task at hand

Yes and every swing just seems to bring me closer to insane

Because I know my job better than I know my name

Manual labor pains me

And not so much my body as my hope

Yeah hope that I might cease to dangle from this debter's rope

Before my time is nigh and I've got to go

Before my time is nigh and I've got to go oh

I'm just another wage-labor martyr waitin' on death row

Well I'm hearing all your troubles, boy I know