Dirty Boots Songtext
von Tim Vantol

And we′ll all end up, in the same old shit.
We will take it for granted, try to deal with it.
You will never win, when you won't try to hit.
So take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel.

Well we′ve learned our lessons, from the risks we took.
And we'll try to recover, and leave where we once stood.
While some of us can't but wish they could.
So take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel.


And there aint such thing as a great success.
When your glass is filled by the government tap.
While your neighbor is living in a cold distress.
So take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel.

Would you rather keep your hands up and take the things that aren′t meant for you?
And let those who are desperately in need fight for their truth.
Or could you keep your head up even if there are no better jobs to choose?
And take it all for granted, and wear these dirty boots.

So take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel
So take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel
Take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel
Take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel
Take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel