Bread and Roses

Whats the point in anything Oh anything at all If i try to reach out I've only built a wall Hollow eyes and heavy hands And aching bones and brain Hiding who I really am I swear I can explain Where do all the hurting hearts Go to catch a break When the worlds gotten so heavy There's nothing left to take Thief for the finer things All the pain I caused to you Stacking straws on camel back I've nothing else to prove What is this, why has it been A fever dream in blue Tired cold and left alone None of this is true Not a revolutionary Not a man of war I just want to sing a song to you But what is that good for?