4 am on a cold night i find myself empty bottle in hand out with a friend we re singing alone about the things that are going wrong singing out loud about this world the messed up life the struggles we ve fought i hear sirens bright lights in my eyes without warning i ve been attacked they grab me by the hair then threw me against the wall they hit me in the back my ribs went pop they smashed me in the head it was as though as lead they kick me in the knee i started to bleed what the hell have i done what the hell i m in the tombs tonight i took one in the eye i wouldn t cry they punched me in the mouth i started to shout i took one in the chin i began to spin they started to laugh i decided to fight back what the hell have i done what the hell i m in the tombs tonight drunk disorderly is the f cking charge we find ourselves behind these bars the only thing that we ever did wrong was to sing this oppressed man s song what the hell have i done what the hell i m in the tombs tonight now my life has been stamped my life my future in their hands the only thing that i did wrong was to sing this working man s song 1 2 working man songs that s all we got music from the heart from the streets all my life i ve been stamped all my future in their hands what i did nothing wrong only singing a working man s song you can take my money never steal my pride you can try to copy it you ll never succeed