Blue Collar Dollar

The American dream, an infectious disease Take what you need just don't take it from me But I don't want what you have I just want to know that I have something to give 'Cause I've been breaking my back Just to feed somebody else I've been breaking my bones Just to be somebody's stepping stone But at the end of my rope I look up and I see your hand You pull me up again The American dream, a tolerance of thieves Forget what you feel it's not worth the time But I've seen this before And I know we've got something more to give 'Cause I've been breaking my back Just to feed somebody else I've been breaking my bones Just to be somebody's stepping stone But at the end of my rope I look up and I see your hand You pull me up again Oh you're stretching me thin Oh you're wearing me out Oh you're stretching me thin Oh you're wearing me out Oh you're stretching me thin Oh you're wearing me out