I’ve been sellin‘ my soul, workin‘ all day,
Overtime hours for bullshit pay,
So I can sit out here and waste my life away,
Drag back home and drown my troubles away.

It’s a damn shame what the world’s gotten to,
For people like me and people like you,
Wish I could just wake up and it not be true,
But it is, oh, it is.

Livin‘ in the new world with an old soul,
These rich men north of Richmond,
Lord knows they all just wanna have total control,
Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do,
And they don’t think you know, but I know that you do,
Cause your dollar ain’t shit and it’s taxed to no end,
Cause of rich men north of Richmond.

I wish politicians would look out for miners,
And not just minors on an island somewhere,
Lord, we got folks in the street, ain’t got nothin‘ to eat,
And the obese milkin‘ welfare.

Well, God, if you’re 5-foot-3 and you’re 300 pounds,
Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds,
Young men are puttin‘ themselves six feet in the ground,
Cause all this damn country does is keep on kickin‘ them down.

Lord, it’s a damn shame what the world’s gotten to,
For people like me and people like you,
Wish I could just wake up and it not be true,
But it is, oh, it is.

Livin‘ in the new world with an old soul,
These rich men north of Richmond,
Lord knows they all just wanna have total control,
Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do,
And they don’t think you know, but I know that you do,
Cause your dollar ain’t shit and it’s taxed to no end,
Cause of rich men north of Richmond.

[Outro]
I’ve been sellin‘ my soul, workin‘ all day,
Overtime hours for bullshit pay.