GIMME BACK MY SMOKESTACK
What am I rising so early for?
How can I breathe when the air's so pure?
How can I look my woman in the eye
When there's nothing on the table for the kids tonight?
What am I doing this for?
What can I say when I walk through the door?
What can I bring to this fest
when my hands are empty coming back to the nest?

(chorus) So gimme gimme gimme back my smokestack...

Where is my daily bread gonna come from?
If there's any out there I'm gonna get me some.
What is the point in me slavin' away
When I only get further back every day?
Is there any good reason for me to be here
When I can't do a thing for the ones I hold dear
I'm gonna stew in my juices at the bar and grill
And if I come out alive I'll be ready to kill...


(chorus) So gimme gimme gimme back my smokestack.




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