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God bless the working man, wears his heart right on his sleeve

Hands tied and ostracised, a man that never lied, yet he don't know what to believe

God bless the common man, the noble salt of this earth

Confined and redefined, yet he's still refined and in complete control of his worth

Stand back

Because the fuse is lit

And in the flames of rage

Prometheus in the pit

God bless the honest man, a straight shooter in a world of lies

Welcome to thunderdome, it's a broken home and now we're starting to realise

God loves a trying man, or so that's what we've been told

Hunters become the prey, every passing day and we're out here growing old

Stand back

Because the fuse is lit

And in the flames of rage

Prometheus in the pit

Before judge and jury

We have taken all that we can

Hell hath no fury

Like the fury of a patient man

'Fore judge and jury

We have taken all that we can

Hell hath no fury

Like the fury of a patient man

'Fore judge and jury

We have taken all that we can

Hell hath no fury

Like the fury of a patient man