BUY SELL PAWN

That third shift ain't much fun
But it looks like I got stuck
Every hour on the night crew
Means I make an extra buck
It's a drop in the ocean
It's a sliver off the block
But a little extra overtime
And the TV's out of hock

Work like a derrick
From dusk until dawn
And everything I own
Is at the Buy Sell Pawn

No booze, dope or women
Ain't got energy for that
I try to be a good man
But the world just knocks me flat
My wife's out looking for a job
There ain't a damn thing that pays
And the horse ass on the radio
Says everything's okay

He's saying it's our own fault
But we ain't done nothing wrong
Still everything we own
Is at the Buy Sell Pawn

I know you don't know us
You think we come from the ditch
We'll never be famous
We'll never be rich
The kids play in the empty rooms
And the bank is on the phone
And the ticket's coming due
To pay the interest on the loan

House repossessed
There's a sign on the lawn
And everything I own
Is at the Buy Sell Pawn

Written by Michael Whyte
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