Labor Board Blues

It's been a month of Sundays Since I heard from the Labor Board Stuck in an ever ending appeal To see if Ill get any Support Some in my family Never even tried to work They got fed for free From Uncle Sam's Purse What a government We get to have Got it so damn wrong So crooked they can't stand We can all make it go away If you got the right last name. I don't know if it will change Still its a cold damn shame Bureaucrats made it this way Its enough to drive you Insane There's some that love That 9-5 strife But they don't pay enough to even live a life Your supposed to be grateful Give thanks on your knees But I only do that For the King of Kings I ain't afraid of hard work But they don't really care Once you tell'em you write songs They just look at you and stare There happy content and fine But I want more than a broke-down life That's why I chase dreams Dreaming up in the night I'm doing alright somehow getting by More than I can say for others Starving in the night I hope one day this will change Labor Board Blues