Working Poor Lyrics

Horse Feathers Working Poor

We are young and we are weak
Just as blank as we are bleak
Too fargone in our heads
we all live and work in the red.
We're cold
We had done all we've been told
There's no court for our case,
What failure gave us suits our taste.

We all bend, we all break
We all forgeit what we make
Too far gone, in out heads
We all live and work in the red
We're cold
We had done all we've been told.

There's no court for our case
What failure gave us suits our taste.
There's no money to our name
Empty pockets to our graves
There's no court for our case
What failure gave us suits our taste