What do they want?

I want something for nothing but there's no such thing
I keep on trying but disappointment's my king
The baggage that comes always bites
It's many sleepless and restless nights

The sweat and the blue
It's all one new shade
To quick to the new
Doesn't pass the grade

Under the top
Under the pile
Unheard of mop
And a slippery tile

Quick is the pace
The practice of none
Aged is the face
That's how they won