Lyrics

A lifetime of hustling it doesn’t mean nothing if I can’t even pay my bills
Every door is closing while I’m sitting here supposing that we were born to not sit still
No shows, no hope, to get mine, it’s no joke
Maybe we should have started a church

Put us to work
It’s time for you to let us on stage
Put us to work
Back to where the music gets made

Left here spinning killing time til a show
At some point you know you gotta let go

Busy reinventing killing time until the ending as the two months rolled into nine
With politicians saying they’re supporting by the day but I am wondering when I get mine
We slipped through the cracks with no new life hacks
Maybe we should have started a church

Every second idiot is telling us to pivot but your buzz words don’t mean a thing
Businesses are closing while the government is posing and that doesn’t get the phone to ring
The train is packed while our lives are hijacked
Maybe we should have started church

Put us to work
It’s time for you to let us on stage
Put us to work
Take me back to where the music gets made

It’s hard to feel you really want us around
When we open up you simply lock us down