Been hanging rock for twenty-odd years now Six days a week and I can't keep up My shoulder burns like a grinding gear box These young crews are too fast and tough I'm on my way down to the pawnshop A couple hundred is all I need If I have to I'll hit the blood bank I'm bone dry but I can always bleed Schemers scheme around the edges Dreamers dream of better days Everyone knows what the catch is It's all about the take home pay I got some Oxy to keep me moving It slowly takes some things away The only thing I was scared of losing She packed up and left today Well I guess she got tired of waiting For the man she thought I'd be In the end you can't really blame her We're all scrappin' for the do re me Schemers scheme around the edges . . . Could take a job down at The Home Depot It's half the pay but I'd still get by There's a new gal working at the scanners I think I caught her giving me the eye Or there's a guy that I know from high school Could set me up at the Super 8 Selling pills to the red-eyed truckers Coming in off the interstate Schemers scheme around the edges . . .