Blood Of The Working Man Lyrics

Searching through these perfect gifts
Trying to find my place in it
I search and search and all for naught

And it's the fear that I hate the most
I will not go
I will not go
Unloose your tongue, accept the ghost
I will not go
I will not go
And it's the fact that I hurt the one I love
I will not go
I will not go
Give me strength good God above
I will not go
I will not go

Searching through these perfect gifts
Trying to find my place in it
I search and search and all for naught

And it's the fear that I hate the most
I will not go
I will not go
Unloose your tongue, accept the ghost
I will not go
I will not go
And it's the fact that I hurt the one I love
I will not go
I will not go
Give me strength good God above
I will not go
I will not go