Song Description
Basically, a social protest song about how jobs are disappearing in America. Well not quite disappearing. More like, being sent overseas by unscrupulous American management.
| Song Length |
2:24 |
Genre |
Country - Bluegrass, Country - Rockabilly |
| Tempo |
Very Fast (171 And Up) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Uptight, Mad |
Subject |
General, Liberal, Progressive |
| Similar Artists |
Willie Nelson, Arlo Guthrie |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Inside Job (N. Ball/T. Saputo)
Got a postcard from my job today.
Last month he kinda slipped away.
Set up shop with some third-world dude
who can barely ask my job for food.
The hours are long with lousy pay.
He's up at four, gets worked all day.
They worship him six days a week.
On the odd Sunday, he lets 'em sleep.
Chorus:
Wanna see a grown man cry?
Make him useless, watch him die?
Ship his manhood overseas.
Shoot his pride out at the knees.
I hope you love that fancy life,
the country club, the trophy wife.
'cause you just killed a man today
and sent his lifetime job away.
Jobs over there receive their choice
of hungry men without a voice.
The nods and winks of starving guys
who'll jump in when the first one dies.
That spot on the assembly line?
I'd got to thinking it was mine.
But skippin' town is all the rage
'cause jobs won't pay a living wage.
Chorus:
Wanna see a grown man cry?
Make him useless, watch him die?
Ship his manhood overseas.
Shoot his pride out at the knees.
You better love that fancy life,
the country club, the trophy wife.
'cause you just killed a man today
and sent his lifetime job away.
c Norman Ball, 2003