The Starlings: Music & Lyrics

How long how long
Must I carry on
My soul is empty and cold
My dreams it seems
Has left me between
My heart and my ragged old soul

I’m forging a living through muscle and blood
Mistakes and successes all told
Reason and wisdom can’t answer me why
The taxman gets half of my soul

Insurance is high
‘cuz of lawsuits they say
The tax, permits, and L&I
But the truth is that the youth eats the bitterest root
They break their backs for less than eighty bucks a day

How long how long
Must I carry on
My soul is empty and cold
My dreams it seems
Has left me between
My heart and my ragged old soul
My dreams it seems
Has left me between
A workin’ man and a singer on the road