Piece Of The Action

Somewhere a red-eyed waitress glances At another movie magazine Down on the corner there's a grocery boy Stuffin' boxes fulla hungry dreams Someone is cleanin' up the offices One window burnin' in the dark Somebody's cryin' is there any way in hell To light a comet from a single spark Workin' so hard I can't remember much About the freedom I been workin' for Felt like a prisoner 'til I looked in your eyes And saw a million wide open door Ya tell me put a little money away Every dog'll have his day in time Well I been slavin' like a dog and I got nothin' to show ya But a collar and a fist fulla nickels and dimes