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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 is 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 door
You tell me put a little money away
Well, every dog'll have his day in time
Well, I been slavin' like a dog and I got nothin' to show you
But a collar and a fist full of nickels and dimes
I want a piece, a piece of the action
Gimme 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
Gonna cut these strings
Been livin' just like my old man did
And neither one of us could get it right
Punchin' in when the day begins
And punchin' out the local boys at night
There's someone leavin' on a peelin' porch
And someone leavin' on a silver plane
And I finally know the man I'd rather be
And, girl, I won't be back to getcha 'til they know my name
I want a piece, a piece of the action
Gimme 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
Gonna cut these strings
Well, they hand you a paycheck every week
And steal a piece of your soul every day
And I don't need no gold watch in 50 years
Baby, let's be golden today
I want a piece, a piece of the action
Gimme 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
I want a piece, a piece of the action (piece of the action, piece of the action)
Gimme a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action
And I'm breaking my back
Gonna turn on the master
Gonna cut these strings
I want a piece, a piece of the action
Gimme 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
Gonna cut these strings
Somewhere a red-eyes waitress glances
At another movie magazine
Down on the corner there's a grocery boy
Stuffin' boxes full of hungry dreams
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