For over half her life she's worked from five to five,
crossing T's dotting I's, the neon lights can't hide that she's lost her shine.She said the mornings always taste like turpentine,
She said she understands the point of sacrifice
and so should I"Pay cut but it's a paycheck,
surviving is my best revenge
what hurt you once won't hurt you again"
She meant what she said.Weathered lines across her face were an even trade
finger prints work down from overwork
and under pay at minimum wageShe said the overtime is worth the aches and paines
but is it worth the prescoius time that ticks away,
every second everydayFor over half her life, she walked the straightest lines
she only wanted to provide a future for my brother and I.
Enjoy the lyrics !!!