In a corner of the room,
A woman stands with a mop and a broom,
Hoping her next check will come in soon.
While income is short, bills pile up on the table.
In the same corner, her newborn sleeps in a small cradle.
Littered, cluttered, and misplaced –
For years this woman has lived in this cramped space.
She looks worried. She loves her baby, but needs to make end.
So she spends her nights in the basements of friends.
At her job she works for cents,
No benefits, no coverage, and no sense …
She quit that, now she has to pick scraps,
With modest education she needs quick cash.
Odd jobs, with every penny going to food in her baby’s mouth,
After months of unemployment, she is almost kicked out.
Now she toils in a broken house, with no lights and hot water,
She tries to get it all back, no chance they’ll give it back to her
She cries and cradles her child in the same corner.
The rich stay blessed, the poor get poorer,
Each passing day she gets wearier.
All her life the weight just keeps getting heavier,
Suddenly she’s crushed by the weight of it all.
Pushed against a wall,
Left to STRUGGLE and eventually FALL.
In the name of survival, we’ll do it all!
There’s pressure on your backs, emptiness in your soul,
Continue those weary tracks but never fold.
Yes in the name of survival, we’ll do it all –
Crushed by the weight of it all…
Young man out in this world, striving to make headway,
Working day to day with dead-end pay,
So he comes home groggy, in a slump,
Feeling froggy, ready to jump.
He is what he is just to make it,
His own woman couldn’t take it,
She left and now he’s lost the apple of his eye.
He’s left to struggle in the dirt and cry,
While they work him dry,
It’s all too much sometimes.
He’s recoiling from the fun times.
What of the plans, the marriage?
What of his future wife?
What of the apple of his eye?
She hooked up with a new guy,
He’s all shook up and ready to die.
He does what he does to get paid.
And still he’s finding it hard to breathe under all that weight.
Suffocated by the weight of it all.
Pushed against a wall,
Left to STRUGGLE and eventually FALL.
In the name of survival, we’ll do it all!
There’s pressure on your backs, emptiness in your soul,
Continue those weary tracks but never fold.
Yes in the name of survival, we’ll do it all –
Crushed by the weight of it all…
Together and forever is such a sweet start,
Married for fifty years, high school sweet hearts.
He was a factory worker. Her a shopkeeper.
He used to break his back to feed her,
Until a day he was fired all so suddenly.
Injured on the job, he became a hindrance to the company.
They let him off gently while trying to come off as friendly.
He knew the deal and he cried, holding back tears as much as he tried,
Something in him had died and felt a burning inside.
The stress of not being able to provide made him feel at his lowest,
The inadequacy of being unemployed without notice –
It all became a lot to put in focus.
Just as the situation looked hopeless, the wife found him motionless,
A heart attack laid this tested worker to rest.
The widow sits at the window, pondering a different fate,
Trying to cope while being crippled by the weight.
Pushed against a wall,
Left to STRUGGLE and eventually FALL.
In the name of survival, we’ll do it all!
There’s pressure on your backs, emptiness in your soul,
Continue those weary tracks but never fold.
Yes in the name of survival, we’ll do it all –
Crushed by the weight of it all…
Written by Fatal Dawn
A woman stands with a mop and a broom,
Hoping her next check will come in soon.
While income is short, bills pile up on the table.
In the same corner, her newborn sleeps in a small cradle.
Littered, cluttered, and misplaced –
For years this woman has lived in this cramped space.
She looks worried. She loves her baby, but needs to make end.
So she spends her nights in the basements of friends.
At her job she works for cents,
No benefits, no coverage, and no sense …
She quit that, now she has to pick scraps,
With modest education she needs quick cash.
Odd jobs, with every penny going to food in her baby’s mouth,
After months of unemployment, she is almost kicked out.
Now she toils in a broken house, with no lights and hot water,
She tries to get it all back, no chance they’ll give it back to her
She cries and cradles her child in the same corner.
The rich stay blessed, the poor get poorer,
Each passing day she gets wearier.
All her life the weight just keeps getting heavier,
Suddenly she’s crushed by the weight of it all.
Pushed against a wall,
Left to STRUGGLE and eventually FALL.
In the name of survival, we’ll do it all!
There’s pressure on your backs, emptiness in your soul,
Continue those weary tracks but never fold.
Yes in the name of survival, we’ll do it all –
Crushed by the weight of it all…
Young man out in this world, striving to make headway,
Working day to day with dead-end pay,
So he comes home groggy, in a slump,
Feeling froggy, ready to jump.
He is what he is just to make it,
His own woman couldn’t take it,
She left and now he’s lost the apple of his eye.
He’s left to struggle in the dirt and cry,
While they work him dry,
It’s all too much sometimes.
He’s recoiling from the fun times.
What of the plans, the marriage?
What of his future wife?
What of the apple of his eye?
She hooked up with a new guy,
He’s all shook up and ready to die.
He does what he does to get paid.
And still he’s finding it hard to breathe under all that weight.
Suffocated by the weight of it all.
Pushed against a wall,
Left to STRUGGLE and eventually FALL.
In the name of survival, we’ll do it all!
There’s pressure on your backs, emptiness in your soul,
Continue those weary tracks but never fold.
Yes in the name of survival, we’ll do it all –
Crushed by the weight of it all…
Together and forever is such a sweet start,
Married for fifty years, high school sweet hearts.
He was a factory worker. Her a shopkeeper.
He used to break his back to feed her,
Until a day he was fired all so suddenly.
Injured on the job, he became a hindrance to the company.
They let him off gently while trying to come off as friendly.
He knew the deal and he cried, holding back tears as much as he tried,
Something in him had died and felt a burning inside.
The stress of not being able to provide made him feel at his lowest,
The inadequacy of being unemployed without notice –
It all became a lot to put in focus.
Just as the situation looked hopeless, the wife found him motionless,
A heart attack laid this tested worker to rest.
The widow sits at the window, pondering a different fate,
Trying to cope while being crippled by the weight.
Pushed against a wall,
Left to STRUGGLE and eventually FALL.
In the name of survival, we’ll do it all!
There’s pressure on your backs, emptiness in your soul,
Continue those weary tracks but never fold.
Yes in the name of survival, we’ll do it all –
Crushed by the weight of it all…
Written by Fatal Dawn
