Laborman

It's getting bright man
Squinting staring at the sun
Just look at your burned skin
And try to tell me that I'm wrong
Your laboring promise
Was anything but heavy work
Is this all you've done then?
It took hours just to find the words

Well, give me some time
I've been mulling around
And kicking its teeth in the dirt
I've got a feeling
A sleeping depression
That somebody's gonna get hurt

Well, oh ya
Well, they won't even mind

This great succession
Is a wound that never wants to heal
Begging your pardon
If I kinda like the way it feels

You'll have to choke down
The dust of me left in your mouth
You got the harness
So where you gonna drag me now?

Well, give me some time
I've been mulling it around
And kicking its teeth in the dirt
And, I think it's pulling right for the bruisin'
And somebody's gonna get hurt
Well, they won't
Have to suffer me no more