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Somewhere a red-eyes waitress glances at another movie magazine

Down on the corner theres a grocery boy stuffin boxes fulla hungry dreams

Someones cleanin up the offices one window burnin in the dark

Somebodys cryin is there any way in hell

To light a comet from a single spark

Workin so hard I cant remember much about the freedom I been workin for

Felt like a prisoner til I looked in your eyes

And saw a million wide open doors

Ya tell me put a little money away well every dog will have his day in time

Well I been slavin like a dog and I got nothin to show ya

But a collar and a fist fulla nickels and dimes

I want a piece a piece of the action give me a shot at the real thing

I want a piece of the action a piece of the action

Gonna turn on the master gonna cut these strings

Gonna turn on the master gonna cut these strings

Been livin just like my old man did and neither once of us could get it right

Punchin in when the day begins and punchin out the local boys at night

Theres someone leanin on a peelin porch

And someone leavin on a silver plane

And I finally know the man Id rather be

Girl I wont be back to getcha til they know my name

They hand you a paycheck every week and steal a piece of your soul every day

An I dont need no gold watch in fifty years baby lets be golden today

Somewhere a red-eyes waitress glances at another movie magazine

Down on the corner theres a grocery boy stuffin boxes fulla hungry dreams