AI Allar - Scornful Woman (Blues-Rock)

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The lyrics:

There’s mud on my boots —
and oil in my lungs.
The clock hits the same damn number,
every morning before the sun.
They say hard work builds a man,
but I just feel hollowed by it.

Hammer on steel,
same rhythm as my heart —
pounding,
but never moving anywhere.
Hands gone numb,
but the bills keep talking louder than pain.

Scornful woman —
you used to pour me life,
now you pour me fire.
I come home crawling from the mill,
and you just stare
like I’m something you buried
and forgot to mourn.

She don’t scream no more —
she’s colder when she’s quiet.
Got eyes that could strip a man’s soul
like rust eats through a rail.
Once she sang me sweet,
now every word’s a nail.

Scornful woman —
you used to pour me life,
now you pour me fire!
Your love’s gone bitter — thick as smoke,
and I breathe it in ‘til my lungs choke.
You burned the warmth right out of my bones,
and I still call it home.

I’ve given this world
everything but my name.
My back’s a ledger —
every scar a debt unpaid.
And she —
she keeps the books on my failures.

Scornful woman —
you used to pour me life,
now you pour me fire.
I’ll keep swingin’ ‘til my hands turn dust,
but you won’t see me beg —
not tonight.