Chainman - City Of Ships

Steady on the grind

Guess it doesn’t stop after all

Wear a man down in a thousand different ways

So it goes until the end of days

When the whistle blows

And the workers head home

There’s one who will keep going

Got a never-ending trail ahead

None offer a ride

Puts his head down and moves on

A journey for all time

Some see him as a ghostly figured bound in chains

Make no mistake in this dimension he remains

Yeah he used to drink in times of celebration

It’s now the medicine with which he treats his desperation

At least we’ve got someone out there

Who knows the weight, the burden

At the bottom of an all-time low