Well I won't be caught living in a dead end job While praying to my government guns and gods Now it's us against them We're here to represent To spit right in the face of the establishment. And now I don't believe (ain't got no faith in nothing) Stand on

Baby this ain't working, it's a labor of love Its a full time job, the work's never done Twenty-four seven, it's a labor of love Yeah, everything I got, it's all about us I wanna die in your arms, hearing you say my name I know where this is going when I

One drag for my sorrow Get messed up today I'll be ok tomorrow One shot for my pain Now greetings to the world 'Cause my job got me going nowhere So I ain't got a thing to lose Take me to a place where I don't care This is me and my liquor store blues