I'm covered in sweat
Rolling down my neck
All from a long hard day of work
I pushed and I pulled until my body done fell back to the dirt
I gamble with stress
A life of roulette
All on account that there's no sign of change
I pray and I ponder when will my life be mine to live again
There'll come a day I'll be replaced
By machines or atrocities
But you'll say how priceless I was at my grave
I'm riddled with rust
Cobwebs and dust
I got too many bills to pay but I'm overworked, what's worse?
A dollar don't get you very far these days and to you that all I'm worth
No more than dirt
I'm worth no more than dirt
I'm worth no more than dirt
There'll come a day I'll be replaced
By machines or atrocities
And you'll say how priceless I was at my grave
Because to you I'm no more than dirt
Because to you I'm no more than dirt
Because to you I'm no more than dirt
Because to you I'm no more than dirt