RAISE YER GLASS You got a grip on the American Dream Your hands are empty but thats not what you see Your pockets are empty & the landlords here You spent your money on piss warm beer To be someone and make the rules To hold the cards & throw down your tools To wash your hands clean and tuck in your shirt It's the American Dream, it shouldn't have to hurt You got a job and thats what pays your way Got a family thats what makes you stay The mouths are fed, the roof don't leak You pat them on the head and kiss them on the cheek But you forgot their faces and the place you got Spend time thinking about what you haven't got Slaving every day but your hearts somewhere else Trying to figure out where you lost yourself Can't you see youre just a working man You'll never have more than you hold in your hand You work all your life for someone else The working man, he's the only one With a legacy of pride in the work he's done Sweat and tears for the family that he loves His pride and his family will always be enought Cant you see that im a working man And we're all just working men Raise your glass to the working man alright
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