Lyrics:

Beat like a rug, ashed out and clubbed
Well its all for my betterment
Ill give you a rib with the marrow dried up
Its not much but a widows gift

But in the right rays of the sun
If you squint hard enough
There can be only one like it

Id write you a song
For all men to be one
But Id sing it from a place of pride
I can sing over most and Id gladly be the host
But most often I just hang my head and cry

Theres a song beneath the earth
It resides within the dirt
Under the nails of a workin man

Drug in by the reign, of the crooked ways I think
I wish I was in a mood to die
Well life, it is good, no matter how far you sink
Sometimes sitting still is better than to try

When youre down in a hole
And your hearts weighed down like gold
There is a hand that can reach you there