One More Pint

Another day I just want to forget
I’ve got the foreman breathing down my neck
I’m watching the clock as the minutes just creep on by

Everyday the wall of this factory, are looking more like jail bars to me
And I’m burning through my life to make my rent

But don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of all I’ve done
But I deserve a night not living under the gun
So I’m headed up to Airport Way, where the beers pour everyday
And I gonna knock em back till my problems just float away

One more pint
One more pint tonight
One more pint, and I’ll be alright

I live by the hammer to die by the pen
I sign my life away, but I can’t get ahead

I’ll be stuck in this routine until I’m dead
With grit and spit I make it through this shit
55 hours at a workers wage, and the check is already spent by the time I’m paid