The Hand That Feeds Lyrics - The Crane Wives

I've seen good men spoil, 

Chained to their jobs like hounds 

They work and sleep and work again 

In their darkest nights, they howl 

Their cries are a warning 

To everyone following 

No man should stand to work all of his days 

And have nothing at the end of them. 

I've got no money but the change 

That jangles in my pockets, 

Reminding me how little I have. 

And as for time, I am 

Powerless to stop it. 

It keeps rambling on 

Like a mad, wandering man. 

My papa was a howlin' man 

Traded in his youth 

Sold his dreams and all of his days 

To the Great American Ruse 

My dear papa gave me 

Lessons in regret. 

He said all that he'd done 

Would be for nothing 

If I followed in his steps. 

I've got no money but the change 

That jangles in my pockets, 

Reminding me how little I have. 

And as for time, I am 

Powerless to stop it. 

It keeps rambling on 

Like a mad, wandering man. 

My papa taught me how to howl, 

How to bear my teeth and growl. 

He taught me that the hand that feeds 

Deserves to be bitten when it beats. 

He taught me how to break my chains, 

And that money ain't worth a thing, 

And that no man should get more of my time than me 

Than me 

I may never be a rich man, 

But I can 

Make sure that I'm free. 

I may never be a rich man, 

But the rich man 

Will never have me, never have me. 

I may never be a rich man, 

But I can 

Make sure that I'm free. 

I may never be a rich man, 

But the rich man 

Will never have me, never have me. 

I've got no money but the change 

That jangles in my pockets, 

Reminding me how little I have. 

And as for time, 

As for time 

It's mine 

It's mine