Blood Runs

He’s earned the lines on his face; and the dirt on his shoes
The grease on his hands; it ain’t nothing new
Uses duct tape as a bandage; works through the pain
Waits two weeks; for the check in his name

Well now, blood runs, sweat drips
Someone else is getting rich

She packs the kids’ lunch; before she heads out the door
Works two jobs; cause she wants so much more
She runs to catch the bus; you know she’s late for everyday
Knows the bills won’t stop; if she can’t earn her pay

Well now, blood runs, sweat drips
Someone else is getting rich

(guitar solo)

Little by little, they’re taking more away
Is this what they mean by the American way?
Brave souls before us—I guess they died in vain
What little’s left they wanna take it away

Well now, blood runs, sweat drips
Someone else is getting rich…