This is “Electric Worry” by the prog rock band Clutch. They may chafe at the term progressive rock but they sing about Riddley Walker, Minotaurs and have a delightfully absurd sense of humor. I recommend their album “From Beale Street to Oblivion” without reservation. My sister introduced me to them, and their album “Strange Cousins from the West” is also a great listen.
Doctor or lawyer I’ll never be
Life of a drifter, the only life for me
You can have your riches, all the gold you saved
Ain’t but room for one thing in everybody’s grave
Thomas Pluck writes unflinching fiction with heart. His stories have appeared in Big Pulp, Needle, Stupefying Stories, The Utne Reader Burnt Bridge, [PANK] magazine, Crime Factory, Spinetingler, Beat to a Pulp, McSweeney's Internet Tendency and elsewhere. He edits the Lost Children charity anthologies to benefit PROTECT: The National Association to Protect Children, and writes 
"The Story of O Street" in Oh Sandy: An Anthology of Humor for a Serious Cause
"Kamikaze Death Burgers at the Ghost Town Cafe" in Feeding Kate
"Acapulcolypse" in Nightfalls: Notes from the End of the World
"The Rock Ridge Ringer" in Hills of Fire: Bare-Knuckle Yarns of Appalachia
"Train" in Shotgun Honey Presents: Both Barrels
"Garbage Man" in Beat to a Pulp: Superhero
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology (Amazon Kindle & Paperback)
Sounds more like southern-fried electric blues to me – very southern-fried good electric blues, too…
Yeah, I’m no good at genre pigeonholing… their other stuff is more hard rock. “You Can’t Stop Progress” “Power Player” and “Mr. Shiny Cadillackness” are very bitingly funny.