Lyrics No Use For A Name – The Daily Grind

Another morning and I’m awake
The same old thing on a different day
I want to drive but my tank is dry
But the ground is wet with rain

On the other side of town
People are sleeping on the ground
Look not far and you will find
A tragedy, the daily grind

Seems like when the times are tough
That hope is down and the price goes up
There’s not enough jobs to fill a cup
And the streets are filled with shame
Here I am in a traffic jam
And ugly faces stare me down
They call this the right side of town
But still I can’t complain

On the other side of town
People are sleeping on the ground
Fighting wars that can’t be won
Twelve year-old boy with a gun
Look not far and you will find
A tragedy, the daily grind