Somewhere a red-eyed waitress
Glances at another movie magazine
Down on the corner there's a grocery boy
Stuffing boxes full of hungry dreams
Someone's cleaning up the offices
One window burning in the dark
Somebody's crying, is there any way in hell
To light a comet from a single spark?
Working so hard I can't remember much
About the freedom I been working for
Felt like a prisoner 'til I looked in your eyes
And saw a million wide open doors
Ya tell me, "Put a little money away
Well, every dog will have his day in time"
Well, I been slaving like a dog and I got nothing to show ya
But a collar and a fist full of nickels and dimes
I want a piece, a piece of the action
Give me 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 living just like my old man did
And neither one of us could get it right
Punching in when the day begins
And punching out the local boys at night
There's someone leaning on a peeling porch
And someone leaving on a silver plane
And I finally know the man I'd rather be
Girl, I won't be back to getcha 'til they know my name
I want a piece, a piece of the action
Give me 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 fifty years
Baby, let's be golden today
I want a piece, a piece of the action
Give me 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 of the action, a piece of the action
Give me a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action, I've been breaking my back
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
I want a piece, a piece of the action
Give me 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
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Somewhere a red-eyed waitress
Glances at another movie magazine
Down on the corner there's a grocery boy
Stuffing boxes full of hungry dreams