"Dirty Rags" performed by Radio Birds

VERSE 1
It beats making fortunes out of paper sacks and
Still pouring bottles down the sink
The Man, he asks me why I move;
'What would you have me do?'
I move so I don't make a deal with the devil, boy,
Deal with the devil, boy, deal with the devil, boy...

CHORUS
You don't know a damn thing, about my suffering
I'm the ancient fight for what you really mean
What about pain, what about shame?
I'm the voice that tells you when to take it

VERSE 2
I'm shaking idols out of dirty rags
I'm squeezing living out of sleep
Each time the burdens on your shoulders cost too
much to bear, oh when all the
lifeless air has failed you, will you feel the heat?

BRIDGE
I spent alot more, I had to take it, I was an orphan, I was an old man
I had a lot more, I had to take it, I wasn't hoping, I wasn't waiting
I spent alot more, I had to take it, I was an orphan, I was an old man
I had a lot more, I had to take it, I wasn't hoping, I wasn't going to wait