Water from the Stone

The gas will be shut off by noon today
The city came and killed the power only yesterday
Debt collector's hounding on the phone
The bank has said they're gonna take my home

Nothing left to do
Nothing left to sell
The job won't pay the bills no more
I guess it's just as well
Grind my nine-to-five
Just try to stay alive
Wear my fingers down to the bone
Try to squeeze more water from the stone

It's a hard job keeping dinner on my plate
Dreams won't fill the belly so I guess they'll have to wait
I'm sure those dreams are bound to pass me by
I'll be slaving til the day I die

Nothing left to do
Nothing left to sell
The job won't pay the bills no more
I guess it's just as well
Grind my nine-to-five
Just try to stay alive
Wear my fingers down to the bone
Try to squeeze more water from the stone



Credits
Writer(s): Douglas Lane
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