Life's so hard when you're working away
We got chores to do, we got bills to pay
You know I'd sleep all day
if I could have it my way, old man
Talk on, talk on with your slick hairdo
and a TV screen in your hand
And we shine, shine, we shine
Come on little boy won't you listen to me
You know I fought in a war
Slip into your big black boots
and strap a gun on your back
there ain't nothing to fear
like you're staying in line
And we'll shine, shine, we'll shine
We shine, we shine, we shine
you got nothing to lose this time
Because this third world war
is a spiritual battle line
So keep your chin up, son,
so that you can find love
so that you could be free
Old man in your rocking chair
with the stories that you share
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