Machete piercing through the fields
Sweating ten hours in the sun
Cuban prisoner planning his escape
No where to go, no where to run
I can do this if I get another drink
I’ll survive this with one more drink
Factory engines roar, pounding in my head
Working through the hours on the line
New York prisoner planning to quit
Another year of this, and it will be mine
I can do this if I get another drink
I’ll survive this with one more drink
Factory’s mine, no time to waste
Gotta get that product done in time
Miami prisoner trying to make a buck
Ten years at this and losing my mind
I can do this if I get another drink
I’ll survive this with one more drink
Factory closes as work goes overseas
No one wants this tired old factory hand
Used up prisoner trying to survive
A failing husband, shell of a man
I can do this if I get another drink
I’ll survive this with one more drink
Fours walls around me and they’re closing in
Tears form in my eyes, death invades my face
My skin is yellow, my mind is fried
Too late for God, too late for grace?
I can’t do this if I get another drink
I won’t survive this with one more drink
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