Bruises

Have you ever heard about the man

Who enjoyed the job he had?

I can't say there's much of this around

Have you ever heard about the man

Who used to work with a smile

All his friends snapped his skin out of his skull

I saw

Soon he acknowledged that all the knowledge he had

Was just wasting space in his head

Only brute strength in his workplace

And his workmates, with already fallen heads

Watch the man face reality

And, after a long time, have a reason to laugh at his face

As he cries

You've gotta learn from your mistakes

You work hard, you're a high stake

They like to see bruises in your hand

That's how they know how hard you've worked

Your bleeding hands and boiling feet

Makes them decide if you should be thrown in the street

Does your wife loves or just puts up with you?

Her words towards you are the only thing getting wild

And you still have to deal with a disrespectful child

Have you ever heard about the man

Who enjoyed the job he had?

Have you heard about his smile?

He died