Laika - Widows' Wead lyrics

Waitin" til my dyin' day That's when I pack these tired blues away That's when I go to lay down in my grave That'll be my flyin' day Wondering what i'm workin' for Ain't gonna be your lowdown dog no more Ain't gonna bleach an' scrub your kitchen floor I wonder what I'm workin' for Making tiny feet for shoes Didn't have the right to pick 'n choose Didn't know the freedom I would lose In making tiny feet for shoes Working dozen to the nine Feels like I'm just servin' time Waitin' in this goddamn line Hell or heaven I'll be fine Cookin' nothing in the pan that's the way life dealt my hand That'll be my livin' last demand To get something from this land Playin' around the toes of time Waiting for the spark that'll free my mind that'll put unhappiness behind Just looking for an exit sign