THE RAMSHACKLE ARMY LYRICS

"No Rest For The Wicked"

Slaving all of his life to get there
The dusty floor his home since teen years
The end of the day his only goal
Then repeats it all again tomorrow
Vacation not an option
Food on the table only notion
Lest baby cries with hunger
The carefree died when we were younger
Working his hands to the bone
Earning for the family alone
Drowning his sorrows away
Broken for minimum wage
Broken for the minimum wage
Pray that solace will come tomorrow
Hope for the resting day
Future brings nothing but dismay
Aging lines and sunsets counting
Grandchildren born and issues mounting
The rock shows the tough to handle
While son now runs and bares the mantle
Working together as one
Earning as father and son
Drowning in the pain and regret
Broken by tears and by the sweat
Broken by tears and by the sweat
Pray that solace will come tomorrow
Hope for the resting day
Future brings nothing but dismay
But dismay
Pray that solace will come tomorrow
Hope for the resting day
Future brings nothing but dismay
But dismay, but dismay...

Thanks to Brad Religion for these lyrics

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