[Verse 1]
Beat down like a pile of junk
Politically incorrect
We knew he deserved the best
But he never got no respect
Six kids and an empty wallet
With a hole the size of a dime
Not a dollar or a dream to boot
He thanks God for a hell of a time
[Pre-Chorus]
Here lies the middle class
What once was is now past
Our forefathers spent their lives
Cultivating this?
[Chorus]
One-man army, born and bred
Never cared much what no one said
Worked all day till his fingers bled
He was a one-man army
[Verse 2]
One day, he bought a shotgun
And went home and sat on the bed
He downed more than a couple of drinks
That put the “S”-word in his head
So, the future’s not so bright
When everything looks so dim
Then he thought about who he loves
But thought more about who loves him
[Pre-Chorus]
Too much pain and no gain
Suck the blood from my veins
I work too hard to have you
Take it all away
[Chorus]
One-man army, born and bred
Never cared much what no one said
Worked all day till his fingers bled
He was a one-man army
[Saxophone Solo: Mike “Poppy” Brodsky]
[Pre-Chorus]
I see red when you see green
Kill us all when we turn 18
If opportunity ever knocked
I guess we weren’t home
[Chorus]
One-man army, born and bred
Never cared much what no one said
Worked all day till his fingers bled
He was a one-man army
One-man army, born and bred
Never cared much what no one said
Worked all day till his fingers bled
He was a one-man army