Sour Puss
Shut down the factories, the ports, the railroad yards,
but please grant us clemency
we’ll change it all soon as we see
convenience is our enemy, manipulated luxury
but waking up is so hard
Tear down, start again
American lungs breathe out, breathe in
bright minds in bright children
build it up and absolve our sins
dad says he’s a union man but the blade’s hanging over his head
waking up is so hard
baby please have faith in me
better times are coming soon
we’ll fill our pockets and hit the road
better times are coming soon
waking up is so hard