Gray morning light spits through the shade
Another day older, closer to the grave
Closer to the grave and come the dawn
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn
Pick up the rock son, carry it on
I'm trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
-Shackled and Drawn, Bruce Springsteen