Story Behind The Song

This is the story of songwriter Bobby Fuentes' life.

Song Description

The story of the working class struggle from being on the clock to getting behind financially, to marital struggles from too much work and too much stress.

Lyrics

A call into the presence of the man who deals the pay.
You get your shit together if you wanna stay.
A call to arms for action, for the quest for higher gain.
Shackled down and bound in corporate chains.
The company's got theirs, you've got expenses of your own.
2 cars, a wife and family, an expensive home.
Who are you to argue with the quest for more green?
Bust your own knuckles, bosses wet dream.
Family life suffers, working life,it's full steam.
Blow it off with self-pity and a pint of "Beam".
An hour in the bed and 20 on the clock.
You're hitting rock bottom for their rising stock.
CHORUS
You never rest your body long enough to give your bed a stain-
From the lashings of the whip of the almighty monetary gain.
You're just a number with a pulse fueled by delusions of adequacy.
And just a perfect pretty painted portrait of efficiency.

Pray for strength, pray for power and a reason to proceed.
They've stolen your compassion while you've fed their greed.
Is it worth the isolation come the first and fifteenth?
Are you feeding your own family or the corporate machine?
Feel you could collapse under the burden of the load.
With the weight upon your back, you feel you might implode.
No let up from the creditors, no let up from the boss.
Caught up in a world of profits and loss.
Morning after morning with a sense of dread-
Of living in a deficit until you're dead.
The luxury of choice you've never had and never will.
Another day of pain, another dollar bill...
CHROUS