Pinhead Gunpowder - Work For Food Lyrics
30 days of travelingIn Whitville, TennesseeGot 3 dollars in my pocketGot 3 kids to feedMy sign saysI will work for foodMy eyes say I'm in'A working kind of moodI'm broke, no skillSo hard to live this wayLooking like I do I can'tSeem to get the time of day9 to 5 at ScotiaDown at the millFor half as much moneyI've seen a better man killed