I'm serving my time I'm serving nine to five And theres no bars to hold me But there may as well be Its a life sentence No chance of parole I guess I'm as free as a man can be Stuck down a hole We’re living for the weekend But we’re dying nine to five We gave them everything they wanted But they wanted a fight We gave them our muscles But they wanted our souls I guess they don’t know You can't get blood from a stone I guess they don’t know You can't get blood from a stone It's late Friday night I'm stuck here pulling pint after pint Waiting for last order’s bell to ring I’d rather be anywhere but here But I serve your pint with smile and a wink And I pray for my ship to come in I guess I don’t know How long I 'll be waitingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
