Jason Vitelli - Broken Lyrics

Wish there was some way to get outta this
The boss got all swearing with a head full of piss
Wish there was a hole that I just could climb away in

Down in this mine, a field of ashes and sticks
While the birds and bees are whispering heads above here
My views aligned by the rituals that I live by

I don't want to be another broken man hissin' and hollerin'
For the next paycheck paying for my ticket to the promise land

I'm walking back miles to my house on this hill
My legs are so tired, my knees aching rain
The howling wind is all I've got between me and my pain

And the thought of pushing my hand over fist
To make just enough that I can't quit
Oh could it be, can it be a wistful dream that will lead me astray?

But oh I don't want to be another broken man hissin' and hollerin'
For a new chance to revel in the fables of circumstance

Oh I conjure her up, I wish her up good
And steer instead to the one place that will hide her real soon
Set myself upon a seat, the barkeep brings me my drink
And it's the same old pride that my lies have always feigned
I'm spending all the bread so there's room for no change
Killing my time, forsaking verse and rhyme for a mere play on words

But oh I don't want to be, oh another enslaved man hissin' and hollerin'
For the next paycheck paying for my ticket to the promise land
Oh, yet I am
Oh