Lyrics:
They're gonna get to it tomorrowBut they don't care at allThey're gonna ease your pain and sorrowBut we heard the same beforeAll my lovin' friendsTakin' nothin' homeAnd I can't be the oneTo lay troubles onAll their homes are brokenAnd what are they gonna do?There's no magic potionTheir lyin' days are throughLove and lustGo hand-in-handEverything turned to dustIn our promised landTake the well-dressed manAnd watch him pass you byWork your life awayMakes me wanna cryIn these modern timesOh, oh, ohGonna scream it on a mountainTo every valley wideIt's all your money they're countin'And to your face they liePut on your work boots, mamaAnd your mornin' gownTwelve men dead todayThey're already in the groundSee the well-dressed manWatch him pass you byWork your life awayMake me wanna cryIn these modern timesIn these modern timesIn these modern timesOh