We wake up in the morning,

just before sunrise

The men are waiting for the bus,

sloughing sleep from their eyes

And it's a long time coming home,

and we aint got there yet.

There's a lot of blood to be let

There's a lot of knives to be whet,

and they aint sharpened yet.

Momma's in the kitchen,

she's got babies at her breast

Sister...she's out whoring, trying to feed the rest.

And it's a long time coming

home, and we aint got there yet.

The men come home from the factory,

beer stink on their breath

The men come home from the factory,

smelling just like death,

just like they always do...

and the killing aint done yet.

There's a lot of blood to be let

There's a lot of knives to be whet,

and they aint sharpened yet.