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Fit Against the CountryCommon weather comes with a nameAnd our knees our hands got the shakes 'Cause when our backs about to break We won't howl out or cry We know we feel we try In the middle of an everlasting fight Every night we all go to a house we'll never own Every night we are tired We've been worked to the bone But nearly everyday we earn a lower wage Does it tell you what we're made of Or are we just what we're paid? It's a hard country we made Here we are, far beyond our means Learnin' how to trade love for things There's a debt we can't pay What kind of life's lived this way See our hands they praise Telling us we are to pray Nearly every day it was a darker kind of way The color we all knewthis world The deepest shade of gray Every night we all go to a house we'll never own Every night we are tired We've been worked to the bone But nearly everyday we earn a lower wage Does it tell you what we're made of Or are we just what we're paid? It's a hard country we made We won't howl out or cry We know we feel that we try What kind of life's lived this way? See our hands they praise |