That's The Way It Goes
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw
Give me a job, give me security
give ma a chance to survive
I'm just a poor soul inthe unemployment line
my god, I'm hardly alive
my mother and father, my wife and my friends
I see them laugh in my face
I've got the power, and I've got the will
I'm not a charity case
I'll take those long night, impossible odds
keeping my eye to the keyhole
if it talkes all that to be just what I am
well I'm gonna be a blue collar man
Make me an offer that I can't refuse
make me respectable, man
this
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw
Give me a job, give me security
give ma a chance to survive
I'm just a poor soul inthe unemployment line
my god, I'm hardly alive
my mother and father, my wife and my friends
I see them laugh in my face
I've got the power, and I've got the will
I'm not a charity case
I'll take those long night, impossible odds
keeping my eye to the keyhole
if it talkes all that to be just what I am
well I'm gonna be a blue collar man
Make me an offer that I can't refuse
make me respectable, man
this
The Show Must Go On
The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.
He didn't care.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
His head did no thinking
His arms didn't move except then the wind cut up
Rough and mice ran around on the ground
He stood in a field where barley grows.
The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
But now he's resigned to his fate
'Cause life's not unkind - he doesn't mind.
He stood in a field where barley grows.