Waking up so early I'm tired of this 9 to 5 My back is always hurting It's getting harder just to stay alive I've got to work and check my credit I hate to say it but my dad was right I guess I just don't get it How some people put up such a fight
And if my fifty years should fall And I'm complacent with it all Living to work is not to live Then may my savior take my breath An artist dies an artist's death And then there's nothing left to give When they got nothing left to give
Stop and quit your bitching This living shit, it ain't so bad Just go clean up your kitchen 'Cause honestly it's getting sad How the fuck you think the world works? You can work or you can starve and die I know your fucking back hurts But you're lucky just to be alive
And if my sixty years should fall And I complain about it all Not live to work but work to live Then may my savior take my breath An artist dies an artist's death When they got nothing left to give When they got nothing else to giveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
