Dread future in a hand that was a quiet man Two sides to the story The back was cracked, the palm was scarred, the thing was beaten and tied Momma, can I take a step? Can I get what I expect? Yes, you can son, but first you got to put out the fire When the factory came and put him to work Lean to speak like crows When the bosses started dying, no one complained that 'Cause what does an animal know Momma, can I feel the need? Can I take it? Can I key? Yes, you can Yes, you can First you gotta bury the fire The exit(?) is that way, to the right way A few good moments in a day Why don't I grab then before we cross the street And put us garbage away Momma, wanna get it back Can I get a second chance? Yes, you can son, but first you gotta put out the fire