Disgruntled - Anvil

Working your ass off every single day

Waiting for a pay cheque just to pay your way

A selfish boss with no money to spare

Watches you live in poverty you know he doesn’t care

Disgruntled

Rain or snow, wind or hail the postman’s decree

Another day another dollar living ain’t for free

Revenge and anger is your driving force

A gun in hand seems the only recourse

Disgruntled

Rat race to nowhere, just to make a buck

Garbage can dinner on the street and out of luck

Broken dreams, broken home all because of money

Land of opportunity is not all milk and honey

When revenge and anger is your driving force

Then a gun to your head is the only recourse

Disgruntled