Somewhere a red-eyed waitress glances at another movie magazine
Down on the corner there`s a grocery boy stuffin` boxes fulla hungry dreams
Someone`s cleanin` up the offices, one window burnin` in the dark
Somebody`s cryin` is there any way in hell
To light a comet from a single spark


Workin` so hard I can`t remember much about the freedom I been workin` for
Felt like a prisoner `til I looked in your eyes
And saw a million wide open doors
Ya tell me put a little money away, well every dog will have his day in time
Well I been slavin` like a dog and I got nothin` to show ya
But a collar and a fist fulla nickels and dimes


Chorus:


I want a piece, a piece of the action,
give me a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action, a piece of the action
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
Gonna turn on the master, gonnacut these strings


Been livin` just like my old man did and neither once of us could get it right
Punchin` in when the day begins and punchin` out the local boys at night
There`s someone leanin` on a peelin` porch
And someone leavin` on a silver plane
And I finally know the man I`d rather be
Girl I won`t be back to getcha `til they know my name


(chorus)


They hand you a paycheck every week and steal a piece of your soul every day
An` I don`t need no gold watch in fifty years, baby let`s be golden today


(chorus repeats 2x...)


(chorus)


Somewhere a red-eyed waitress glances at another movie magazine
Down on the corner there`s a grocery boy stuffin` boxes fulla hungry dreams