I've worked these hands straight to the bone.
We dig down, deep past our hearts and into the f**ing ground.
k** ourselves all day, then go back to a broken home.
No though of future or sight of an end
when a f**ing shovel becomes your best friend.
After a day in a ditch, you'll pray tomorrow never comes.
The pain and strain, the sweat and blood.
The pain and strain, the sweat and blood.
We age away in the sun.
Everyone is f**ing fading away.
We age away in the sun.
We age away in the sun.
Dead end f**ing nights.
Dead end f**ing life.
And see, there's no love for the working man,
when the bones in our backs is all we have.
It's all I have.
Pain and strain, sweat and blood.
Pain and strain, sweat and blood.
Pain and strain, sweat and blood.
Pain and strain
Pain and strain, sweat and blood.