The Crane Wives - The Hand That Feeds lyrics

I've seen good men spoil, Chained to their jobs like hounds They work and sleep and work again In their darkest nights, they howl Their cries are a warning To everyone following No man should stand to work all of his days And have nothing at the end of them. I've got no money but the change That jangles in my pockets, Reminding me how little I have. And as for time, I am Powerless to stop it. It keeps rambling on Like a mad, wandering man. My papa was a howlin' man Traded in his youth Sold his dreams and all of his days To the Great American Ruse My dear papa gave me Lessons in regret. He said all that he'd done Would be for nothing If I followed in his steps. I've got no money but the change That jangles in my pockets, Reminding me how little I have. And as for time, I am Powerless to stop it. It keeps rambling on Like a mad, wandering man. My papa taught me how to howl, How to bear my teeth and growl. He taught me that the hand that feeds Deserves to be bitten when it beats. He taught me how to break my chains, And that money ain't worth a thing, And that no man should get more of my time than me Than me I may never be a rich man, But I can Make sure that I'm free. I may never be a rich man, But the rich man Will never have me, never have me. I may never be a rich man, But I can Make sure that I'm free. I may never be a rich man, But the rich man Will never have me, never have me. I've got no money but the change That jangles in my pockets, Reminding me how little I have. And as for time, As for time It's mine It's mine