Meat Loaf

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's 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 & saw the million wide open doors
Ya tell me put a little money away, well every dog will have his day in time
Well I been slavin' like a dog and I got nothin' to show you
But a collar and a fist fulla nickels and dimes
I want a piece, a piece of the action
Gimmee a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action, a piece of 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
And I finally know the man that I'd rather be
And girl I won't be back to getcha 'til they know my name
I want a piece, a piece of the action
Gimmee a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action, a piece of the action
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
Em Am D C D Em N.C.
Well they hand you a paycheck every week & 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 of the action
Gimmee a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action, a piece of the action
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
I want a piece, a piece of the action
Gimmee a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action, (God) I'm breakin' my backbone
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
(Solo:)
I want a piece, a piece of the action
Gimmee a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action, a piece of 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...
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Keep rockin !
Max ( Max_Guitarplayer@hotmail.com )
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