Dread future in a hand that was a quiet man
Two sides to the story
The back was cracked, the palm was scarred, the thing was beaten and tied
Momma, can I take a step?
Can I get what I expect?
Yes, you can son, but first you got to put out the fire
When the factory came and put him to work
Lean to speak like crows
When the bosses started dying, no one complained that
'Cause what does an animal know
Momma, can I feel the need?
Can I take it? Can I key?
Yes, you can
Yes, you can
First you gotta bury the fire

The exit(?) is that way, to the right way
A few good moments in a day
Why don't I grab then before we cross the street
And put us garbage away
Momma, wanna get it back
Can I get a second chance?
Yes, you can son, but first you gotta put out the fire