Some people are just made to work
With sturdy limbs and stern hearts
And uncompromising wills... and loyalty to themselves.

Hours and hours toiled in a confined acreage
Bowing weakly to their employer
Taking time that he allows them.

Cash affords a fortress
And walls whose peaks seem unreachable
With central heat and air to make the seasons seem unseasonal.

I've not got what it takes
To build on top
Of what I got
My foundation shakes
It shakes