Ten Story Love
 
From the album:

"Ten Story Love"




The Company Store


                               You work fifty years, and what do you get?

                               Fifty years older and deeper in debt.

                               Well, tell St. Peter that I can't go--

                               I owe my soul to the Company Store.




                Standing on the edge, staring into the pit,

                Wondering if there's ever any end to this shit.

                I'm not the man that I used to be,

                I hate myself for what it's doing to me.	



                        I hope that I'll be free someday, that I can walk away, hey hey,

                        I'm just waiting for the day when the price is paid, hey hey.




                I'm sick of waking each day, boiling with rage,

                Sick of choking back the anger and pain.

                The success express has run off the rails,

                I got news for you, Mister-I'm not for sale. 


                        Don't want to live my life second hand, a broken man, hey hey,

                        It's time that I made my last stand while I still can, hey hey.




                               You work fifty years, and what do you get?

                               Fifty years older and deeper in debt.

                               Well, tell St. Peter that I can't go--

                               I owe my soul to the Company Store.



                I know it's time I left this place, quit the chase, hey hey,

                All that time spent running the race, it's all been a waste, hey hey…
			

© 1998 Brad Page

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