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 full of hungry dreams
 Someone's 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 doors
 You tell me, "Put a little money away"
 Well, every dog will have his day in time
 Well, I been slavin' like a dog and I got nothin' to show you
 But a collar and a fist full of nickels and dimes
 I want a piece, a piece of the action
 Gimme a shot at the real thing
 I want a piece of the action, a piece of the action
 Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
 Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
 Been livin' just like my old man did
 And neither one of us could get it right
 Punchin' in when the day begins
 And punchin' out the local boys at night
 There's someone leanin' on a peelin' porch
 And someone leavin' on a silver plane
 And I finally know the man that I'd rather be
 And, girl, I won't be back to getcha 'til they know my name
 I want a piece, a piece of the action
 Gimme a shot at the real thing
 I want a piece of the action, a piece of the action
 Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
 Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
 Well, they hand you a paycheck every week
 And steal a piece of your soul every day
 And I don't need no gold watch in 50 years
 Baby, let's be golden today
 I want a piece, a piece of the action
 Gimme a shot at the real thing
 I want a piece of the action, a piece of the action
 Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
 I want a piece, a piece of the action (piece of the action, piece of the action)
 Gimme a shot at the real thing
 I want a piece of the action, and I'm breaking my back
 Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
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 I want a piece, a piece of the action
 Gimme a shot at the real thing
 I want a piece of the action, a piece of the action
 Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
 Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
 Somewhere, a red-eyes waitress
 Glances at another movie magazine
 Down on the corner, there's a grocery boy
 Stuffin' boxes full of hungry dreams