Fit Against the Country
Common weather comes with a name
And our knees our hands got the shakes
Cause when our backs about to break
We won't howl out or cry
We know we feel we try
In the middle of an everlasting fight
Chorus:
Every night we all go to a house we'll never own.
Every night we are tired,
We've been worked to the bone.
But nearly everyday we earn a lower wage,
Does it tell you what we're made of,
Or are we just what we're paid?
It's a hard country we made.
Here we are, far beyond our means
Learnin how to trade love for things
Theres a debt we cant pay
What kind of life's lived this way.
See our hands they praise
Telling us we are to pray
Nearly every day it was a darker kind of way
The color we all knewthis world
The deepest shade of gray
Chorus:
Every night we all go to a house we'll never own.
Every night we are tired,
We've been worked to the bone.
But nearly everyday we earn a lower wage,
Does it tell you what we're made of,
Or are we just what we're paid?
It's a hard country we made.
We won't howl out or cry
We know we feel that we try
What kind of life's lived this way?
See our hands they praise
And our knees our hands got the shakes
Cause when our backs about to break
We won't howl out or cry
We know we feel we try
In the middle of an everlasting fight
Chorus:
Every night we all go to a house we'll never own.
Every night we are tired,
We've been worked to the bone.
But nearly everyday we earn a lower wage,
Does it tell you what we're made of,
Or are we just what we're paid?
It's a hard country we made.
Here we are, far beyond our means
Learnin how to trade love for things
Theres a debt we cant pay
What kind of life's lived this way.
See our hands they praise
Telling us we are to pray
Nearly every day it was a darker kind of way
The color we all knewthis world
The deepest shade of gray
Chorus:
Every night we all go to a house we'll never own.
Every night we are tired,
We've been worked to the bone.
But nearly everyday we earn a lower wage,
Does it tell you what we're made of,
Or are we just what we're paid?
It's a hard country we made.
We won't howl out or cry
We know we feel that we try
What kind of life's lived this way?
See our hands they praise
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Wayne Ringle
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