Текст песни Turning Big Rocks into Little Rocks

My pick and my spade 83 cents a day I've thrown my life away In a fucking chaingang No family writes me anymore They say I'm dead to them No forgiveness from Jesus Or from my congressman Time means nothing When every day is the same Marking time till the end And my paupers grave Buzz provided by buzzards Is my only religion Making big rocks small Is my reason for living Took a man's last cigarette I felt he owed it to me But for all my troubles He hit a major artery Don't notify my next of kin That's all that my will said When all is said and done Right is right, wrong is wrong, and dead is dead