Sweatin' every day now, tryna make a buck
Workin' my fingers down to the bone
Tellin' my boss where to get off
S'like tryna squeeze blood from a stone
So cut me a piece of the American Pie
Everyday around noon
When the clock strikes one
My backs to the sun
Someone pours salt in the wound
Waiting for the night
Yeah we're waiting for the night to fall
'Cause the night time is the right time
And we're waiting for the night to fall
Well it's all in a day's work
Everybody says
Don't bite the hand that feeds ya
Take the bitter with the sweet
The bull by the horn
Don't lead me out to pasture
Well someone's gotta say it
And I'm proud to be the one
We're just looking for a good time
And you know what they say
Overworked and underpaid
There's got to be a better way
Workin' my fingers down to the bone
Tellin' my boss where to get off
S'like tryna squeeze blood from a stone
So cut me a piece of the American Pie
Everyday around noon
When the clock strikes one
My backs to the sun
Someone pours salt in the wound
Waiting for the night
Yeah we're waiting for the night to fall
'Cause the night time is the right time
And we're waiting for the night to fall
Well it's all in a day's work
Everybody says
Don't bite the hand that feeds ya
Take the bitter with the sweet
The bull by the horn
Don't lead me out to pasture
Well someone's gotta say it
And I'm proud to be the one
We're just looking for a good time
And you know what they say
Overworked and underpaid
There's got to be a better way
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