I Hear The Chains A Spinnin’

I hear the chains a spinnin’
They’re rollin’ ’round the bend
And I ain’t seen the gruppo
Since, I don’t know when
Been stuck in Workin’ Prison
And I keep getting dropped
But that gruppo keeps a-rollin’
Long after I’ve been popped.

When I was just a baby
My Mama told me, son
Always be a good boy
Ride your bike and sometimes run
But I got a dadgum desk job
Just to do what’s right
When I hear those tires rollin’
I hang my head and cry

I bet there’s rich folks ridin’
On fancy carbon wheels
They’re probably sportin’ lycra
And shiftin’ ‘lectric gears
But I know I had it comin’
I know I can’t be free
All those dudes keep a-pedalin’
And that’s what tortures me

Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that carbon bike was mine
Bet I’d bust a giant gap
String out a big ol’ line
Far from Workin’ Prison
That’s where I want to stay
And I’d let those carbon wheels
Roll my blues away

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