For all the miles I drove
And the shirts I've flogged
It ain't like I'm a mercenary
I don't want medals for doing my job
And I'm just waiting here
Not for the money, not for the gear
You know I'm waiting here
A little bit of recognition
Cities I've seen them all
And in the end, they're just the same
And diesel, it makes my hands stink
And I'm just waiting here
Not for the money, not for the gear
You know I'm waiting here
For a hug, a little bit of recognition
I used to play in a kicking metal band
Yeah, but the geeks dried
Now I'm reduced to humping speakers
And I've got this real emptiness inside
You know I'm waiting here
Not for the money, not for the gear
You know I'm waiting here
a little bit of recognition
Yeah, just a hug for all the work I've done
Just a smile, I'll fucking have anything
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