another day of working hard

it's another day of working hard

and it's still the same old song

I have done the best I can

and everything turns out wrong

I trip over my shoelaces

the skies are filled with rain

I can't can't seem to do nothing

but cry and moan and complain

it's another day of working hard

through the day and through the night

it's difficult to keep on going

when nothing turns out right

I've got problems deep inside of me

too many to count

maybe it's time to admit

my luck has finally run out

          but still I keep trying

          every day is new

          searching through the bullshit

          for something to hold on to

it's another day of working hard

it's so tough and rough, my friend

late at night I thank the Lord

that the day is at an end

I try to say it's all okay

and it's my right to pretend

and wait until tomorrow

when it all starts over again