Blood,Sweat,Tears Songtext / Lyric

What's one more disaster? Take it like a man. Born and bred for killing. Blessed with bloody hands. Now's the time to make a move. We've got to take it while we can, before our lives get ripped apart by the jaws of Uncle Sam. So many problems. So many fears. But we keep holding on. Blood, sweat, and tears. Treat me like a number. Working my life away. Turning gears on death machines. I see them every day. I'm tired and I'm dirty. I'm dirty and I sweat. Tell my story with my scars. I never will forget.