hands to the factory floor.

I'm gonna work till I can't no more.

I'm gonna take my dreams to the dim lit room.

I'm gonna stitch till my fingers are sore.

I got the chores in the back.

Tiny fingers, nebulae thighs wide open,
innocence wide open, innocence lost.

Sweat on my brow.

But I can't stop.

Can't nobody tell me nothing.

You can't tell me nothing.

Can nobody tell me nothing.

You can't tell me nothing.

Stitting on a stool,
legs dangling down thread and needle.

I only crown cheated out of childhood.

Robbed to play.

You can go on at the overseer thought.

They'll say my life is a struggle,
a silent fight.

No cowboy hat.

Just a flickering light from dawn to dusk.

I weave their dreams cowboy boots.

Nah, just worn out seems.

Can't nobody tell me nothing.

You can't tell me nothing.

Can't nobody tell me nothing.

You can't tell me nothing.

Yeah.

I'm gonna take my little,
heart to the child labor road.

I'm gonna toil till I can't no more.

I'm gonna take my dreams,
to the dim lit room.

I'm gonna stitch till my fingers are sore.