Blue-Collar Blues

[Verse] Alarm clock screamin', I rise at five, Drag my feet, but I gotta drive, To that factory gate, my heart gets drained, Workin' for a man who knows my pain. [Verse 2] Old Joe in the corner, he’s on the grind, Hammers and sparks, a tough road to find, Bossman in his suit, he don't give a damn, Counts his money while we bust our hands. [Chorus] Got the blue-collar blues, this life’s so rough, Sweatin' and bleeding, but it ain't enough, Boss’s hollow words, they cut like knives, We’re just cogs in his machine, wasting our lives. [Verse 3] Coffee's cold, and the air's so thick, Machines a-whirrin', time moves so quick, Dreams of road trips, and a life so free, But my paycheck's small, and ain't enough for me. [Bridge] One day I'll break these godforsaken chains, And leave behind the sorrow, the bossman's games, Find my own road, where I can breathe, Til then I'm just a worn man, tryin' to leave. [Chorus] Got the blue-collar blues, this life’s so rough, Sweatin' and bleeding, but it ain't enough, Boss’s hollow words, they cut like knives, We’re just cogs in his machine, wasting our lives.