DIRT
I’m covered in sweat
Rolling down my neck
All from a long hard day of work
I pushed and I pulled until my body done fell back to the dirt

I gamble with stress
A life of roulette
All on account that there’s no sign of change
I pray and I wonder when will my life be mine to live again

There’ll come a day I’ll be replaced
By machines, oh what atrocities
And you’ll say how priceless I was at my grave

I’m riddled with rust
Cobwebs and dust
I got too many bills to pay yet I’m overworked
Yea, let me tell y'all what's worse
A dollar don’t get you very far these days and to my boss that's all I’m worth
No more than dirt

There’ll come a day I’ll be replaced
By machines or atrocities
And you’ll say how priceless I was at my grave
Because to you I’m no more than dirt
I'm worth, no more than dirt
I'm worth, no more than dirt
I'm worth, no more than dirt