Lyrics:
You think you’ve paid some dues but not quite like meI made it back from being cast out at seaWell it’s not fair after all this timeAnd all I been through throughout my lifeYou’ve got gold records on the wallAnd you gave me the blackballYou tried to tie me up and leave me for deadBut just like Houdini I escaped it insteadWell it’s not fair after all this timeAll I been through throughout my lifeDon’t need a hand or curtain callJust give me the blackballWhen the motor stops, I tell myself to keep goingWhen the road is blocked, I push on and just keep rolling