those damned blue-collar tweekers

i've seen them out at soco, they're pounding sixteen penny nails, the truckers on the interstate, have been known to ride the rails, the sweat is beating on the brow, can't keep these fellas down, 'cause those damned blue-collared tweekers, are runnin' this here town, i knew a man who hung drywall, he hung it mighty quick, a trip or two to the blue room, would help him do the trick, his foreman would pat him on the back, whenever he would come around, 'cause these dammed blue-collar tweekers, are beloved in this here town, now the union boys are there, to protect us from all the corporate type, while curious george's drug patrol, is out here hunting snipe, now they try to tell me different, but you know i ain't no clown, 'cause those damned blue-collar tweekers, are the backbone of this town, now the flame that burns twice as bright, burns only half as long, my eyes are growing weary, as i finalize this song, so sit back and have a cup o' joe, and watch the wheels go round, 'cause those damned blue-collar tweekers, have always run this town