[ Featuring the Graveyard Shift ]
Mother buys the groceries after work, picks up the kids from school
The middle class that is, aint that middle class you knew, middle class you knew
And Father he is busy, searching for a job
When you're old and overqualified, life is so damn hard, why is it so hard?
So hold onto those hopes my children, they can't steal your dreams
The thoughts you keep inside of you should never be policed, they should be released
A little boy goes hungry, aint nothing he can do
We all have our problems, better to blame on you, we're so far removed
So hold onto those hopes my children, they can't steal your dreams
The thoughts you keep inside of you should never be policed, they should be released
A family tries their damndest in a world that's down and out
Good things, they can happen, when a common man stands proud, I'm not stepping down
