Letra de The Hand That Feeds

I've seen good men spoiled Chained to their jobs like hounds They work and sleep and work again In the darkest nights they howl Their cries are a warning To everyone following No man should stand to work all of his days And have nothing at the end of them I got no money but the change That jingles in my pockets Reminding me how little I have And as for time I am Powerless to stop it It keeps rambling on like a man, wandering man My papa was a howlin' man Traded in his youth Sold his dreams and all of his days For the great American ruse And my dear papa gave me Lessons in regret He said all that he'd done would be for nothing If I followed in his steps I got no money but the change That jingles in my pockets Reminding me how little I have And as for time I am Powerless to stop it It keeps rambling on like a man, wandering man My papa taught me how to howl How to bare my teeth and growl He taught me that the hand that feeds Deserves to be bitten when it beats He taught me how to break my chains And that money ain't worth a thing And that no man should get More of my time than me, than me I may never be a rich man But I can, make sure that I am free I may never be a rich man The rich man will never have me, never have me I may never be a rich man But I can make sure that I am free I may never be a rich man The rich man will never have me, never have me I got no money but the change That jangles in my pockets Reminding me how little I have But as for time, as for time It's mine, it's mine