Fit Against The Country

Cold weather comes with an ache

In our knees, our hands got the shakes

I swear our back's about to break

But we won't howl out or cry

We know we'll fail but we try

In the middle of nothing asking why

Every night we all go to a house we'll never own

Every night we are tired we've been worked to the bone

But nearly everyday we earn a lower wage

Does it tell you what we're made of, or are we just what we're paid?

It's a hard country we made

Here we are far beyond our means

Learning how to trade love for things

There's a debt we can't pay

What kind of life is lived this way?

They see our hand and they raise

Telling us the way out is to pray

Nearly everyday was a darker kind of gray

But the color we all knew best was the deepest shade of red

Every night we all go to a house we'll never own

Every night we are tired we've been worked to the bone

But nearly everyday we earn a lower wage

Does it tell you what we're made of, or are we just what we're paid?

It's a hard country we made

We won't howl out or cry

We know we'll fail but we try

What kind of life is lived this way?

They see our hand and they raise