Honest Man - The Gracious Few

With a riot in mind

Comes an angry young man

With a stone from the pavement

Comes an army of unrest

Stripped bare by her bachelors, stripped bare on the ground

Knuckles bared and still bleeding with the blood of this town

They take my home they take my land the flower of my life

They take my friends;

they take my love and cut me like a knife

I spit these words at vile lies the worlds forgotten men

Ain’t no work

Ain’t no work

For an honest man

In a daze of confusion

Lies a troubled broken land

As they feast upon my table

I am left with an empty hand

Stripped bare by her bachelors, stripped bare on the ground

Knuckles bared and still bleeding with the blood of this town

They take my home they take my land the flower of my life

They take my friends;

they take my love and cut me like a knife

I spit these words at vile lies the worlds forgotten men

Ain’t no work

Ain’t no work

For an honest man

For so long we’ve been told

That our paths lead us home

Are we safe from ourselves?

Have we strayed or have we failed?

They take my home they take my land the flower of my life

They take my friends;

they take my love and cut me like a knife

I spit these words at vile lies the worlds forgotten men

Ain’t no work

Ain’t no work

For an honest man