Letra de All The Live Long Day

I work, hard all day
And this is what I do:
I swing a twelve pound sledge
On a twelve man crew
Matthew and John, survey a graceful arc
While Mark grades the Earth, and Luke sets the Marks
Andy, Phil, Pete, and Peter all lay the ties
While Dan sets the rail, and Tom taps the spikes
But me and Bartholemew, work for nigga's pay
Swinging this shit, All the Live Long Day
And for what, you ask? Wherefore all this pain?
So Jesus... can drive this fucking train!
I been disillusioned, and disenfranchised, all I got to say boss, is... "Pucker up."
I've been, hard, working
I've been, working hard!
I've been contriving, your sweet demise!