That sheet of paper called me shipmaker, Made by boredom as a bread is made by baker. The train was busy, I’ve felt dizzy, Sending of my letter is not easy. Please fill my pocket, just need a jacket, I’ve got nothing and I’m running like a rocket. I’ve the Moon but coming back soon, My lucky day against your year’s doom.
A corporation looks like a train station, It stops a journey between very long vacation. This job is endless, that one is madness, And those ones earn money on our badness. Work without rises ‘cause it's crisis! How can we live seeing a growth of prices? This situation still bores every nation, Soon we’ll leave this unhealthy civilization.
Tomorrow I won’t work at all - no!
It’s hard to live, it’s hard to try, When each boss says you: Good bye! “We’ll call you!” is synonym of lies, Now you know why your family cries. Working harder lose your health, ‘Cause everything you want is wealth. If we win, we’ll get rid of sorrow, Today is a swamp but I can’t wait tomorrow…
Tomorrow I won’t be your slave - no!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
