One More Pint

Another day I just want to forget
 I've got the foreman breathing down my neck
 I'm watching the clock as the minutes just creep on by
 Everyday the wall of this factory
 Are looking more like jail bars to me
 And I'm burning through my life to make my rent
 But don't get me wrong, I'm proud of all I've done
 But I deserve a night not living under the gun
 So I'm headed up to Airport Way, where the beers pour everyday
 And I gonna knock em back till my problems just float away
 One more pint
 One more pint tonight
 One more pint, and I'll be alright
 I live by the hammer to die by the pen
 I sign my life away, but I can't get ahead
 I'll be stuck in this routine until I'm dead
 With grit and spit I make it through this shit
 55 hours at a workers wage
 And the check is already spent by the time I'm paid