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 doors
Ya tell me put a little money away
Every dog'll have his day in time
Well I been slavin' like a dog and I got nothin' to show ya
But a collar and a fist fulla nickels and dimes

I want a piece
A piece a the action
Gimme a shot at the real thing
I want a piece a the action
A piece a 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 leanin' on a peelin' porch
And someone leavin' on a silver plane
I finally know the man I'd rather be
Girl I won't be back to getcha 'til they know my name

I want a piece
A piece a the action
Gimme a shot at the real thing
I want a piece a the action
A piece a 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
Well I don't need no gold watch in fifty years
Baby let's be golden today

I want a piece
A piece a the action
Gimme a shot at the real thing
I want a piece a the action
A piece a the action
Gonna turn on the master
Gonna cut these strings

I want a piece
A piece a the action
Gimme a shot at the real thing
I want a piece a the action
And I'm breakin' my back
Gonna turn on the master
Gonna cut these strings

I want a piece
A piece a the action
Gimme a shot at the real thing
I want a piece a the action
A piece a the action
Gonna turn on the master
Gonna cut these strings
Gonna turn on the master
Gonna cut these strings

Somewhere a red-eyed waitress glances
At another movie magazine
Down on the corner there's a grocery boy
Stuffin' boxes fulla hungry dreams ...