The General Strike

That alarm clock ringin' in your ear, Radio playing sports report cheer, But you got nothing to cheer or shout about, Just a nine to five in a lousy town. Your morning begins, With you thinkin' of the cold of the street blown' in your face. Your morn

Broken bones and broken glass, Broken hearts and broken heads. Livin' the life. Close my eyes try to make it last. Outrun the wretched memories of my past. It moves too fast. I got no chance A freight train racing set to crash. Broken bones and broke