(Verse 1)
Everyday 'round lunchtime I start daydreaming
My insides start screaming, wanting something more
And I come crashing
Back to reality
Before the walls crash in on me
And crush me to the core
(Chorus)
And I work my fingers to the bone
Just to have a little bit of something I can call my own
At the American Tobacco Company
At the American Tobacco Company
(Verse 2)
When I got home in the summer of '45
Not a single place was hiring, but my cousin knew a guy
Now I sit hear on a line
And watch these big machines
Crush my hopes and dreams
Into Pall Malls and Lucky Strikes
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
"Pull yourself up by the bootstraps," they say
You can live the American Dream
Well all those days I spent thinking in the South Pacific
Yeah this ain't how I thought that dream would be
(Verse 3)
Now every single morning I walk into this building
I think about my children, and the life they oughta lead
And I try my best
Not to look back
Just stare up at that smokestack
And my troubles fade away