Paroles de The Grind

I walked all day tryin to find me work, I must have knocked on one hundred doors. Would have swallowed my pride for some money, And be satisfied sweepin' the floors. Mr. Government-man. Mr. Silver-and-gold. Mr. Bustin'-my-ass. Mr. All-you-can-hold. I spent last night a sleep on a park bench, 'til a cop came and moved me along. Told him I wasn't botherin' nobody, Yes he told me to go. Everywhere, I get the same kind of answer, Not now or maybe then. Well me time is runnin' out on me people, yes me people. If you're down and without a friend. Yeah, yeah.