Working Souls

I break my back it breaks my will
But I keep marching on
Working the fields or the 9-5
This burden's never gone
Some slave all day for a peasants pay
And give their check away
To the social idea of this communist tax
That we're stuck with today
The light at the end of the tunnel
Seems so far away
But its these working souls
That put that light there anyway
The light at the end of the tunnel
Seems so far away
But its these working fools
That put that light there anyway
I break my back it breaks my will
But I keep marching on
Working the fields or the 9-5
This burden's never gone
Some slave all day for a peasants pay
And give their check away
To the social idea of this communist tax
That we're stuck with today
The light at the end of the tunnel
Seems so far away
But its these working souls
That put that light there anyway
The light at the end of the tunnel
Seems so far away
But its these working fools
That put that light there anyway
The light at the end of the tunnel
Seems so far away
But its these working souls
That put that light there anyway
The light at the end of the tunnel
Seems so far away
But its these working fools
That put that light there anyway