Booze Glory Blood From A Stone

I m serving my time I m serving nine to five And theres no bars to hold me But there may as well be Its a life sentence No chance of parole I guess I m as free as a man can be Stuck down a hole Were living for the weekend But were dying nine to five We gave them everything they wanted But they wanted a fight We gave them our muscles But they wanted our souls I guess they dont know You can t get blood from a stone I guess they dont know You can t get blood from a stone It s late Friday night I m stuck here pulling pint after pint Waiting for last orders bell to ring Id rather be anywhere but here But I serve your pint with smile and a wink And I pray for my ship to come in I guess I dont know How long I ll be waiting