Bad credit, repos and a job thats check by the month
Social services took Cody away
Cuz you got public intox once too much
One more manÉ who disappoints you
Use to be he made 15 bucks in a Dante oven of steel
Now hes doing 6, serving slurpies to suburban little shits
One man down another disappointment
He puts on a clean shirt, its Friday night.
The strike seems so long ago,
He can still hear the echo of union suits calling him red
When your knees buckle and your chances tumble
You put a deep hole where your hearts to be
You count out shells like clocks, those fireworks rusted,
Looking at daybreak on a graveyard shift