We paint this town in shades of gray
And the walls look high til you step away
Aint it funny how you can look around
And never see the truth til it knocks you down
Never see the light til your - tradin down
Work hard labor for your daily bread
While the golden dream spins around your head
Time gets money. money buys you time
For the foolish things that you left behind
Workin, workin overtime
And tradin down

Its gonna be alright, he said
Its gonna be alright
Theres nothing thats here for us
That we wont mind missin

Never see the light til your - tradin down

Theres no future for the workin man
See him growin old in the promised land
Nothin to show for the wasted years
But a heart full of hollow and a taste of tears
Pushin monday to the wall and
Tradin down...
Tradin down
Tradin down

From the album gravitys rainbow
Written by: n. giraldo & m. grombacher