Pauper's Dough - King Creosote

Injustice on its knees underground

The clawed-out tonnage is to our detriment

In these clarty surrounds

The combined earnings of our tenements

Won’t stretch to many rounds

And yet we’re striving to be counted

We’ll fight for what is right

And we’ll strike for what is rightfully ours

And I want better for my boy

To bury my father in dry, consecrated ground

You’ve got to rise above the gutter you are inside x4

Rise … x2

Rise above the gutter you are inside x4

You’ve got to rise above the gutter you are inside x2

Rise (above the gutter you are inside) x2