R / Rehab / Company Store (Demo)
This business is all lies, don't believe anything you read Don't believe anything you're told or overhear odds are its Lies hype or ignorance or some devilish fucking cocktail of All three. Most people in this business love to talk about How they do things what they use and why their so groundbreaking Except that is the true ground breakers that seem to be so Fucking busy breaking ground they don't have time to do anything But fucking work this business is a creul shallow money trench A long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free And good men Die like dogs There are all...he..there's also a negative side
I WILL NOT....SELL YOU MY...SOUL......
6 in the morning and I'm dying in bed The sun ain't even up and there goes my head Yelling at the top of my lungs "Where my meds" You got to get to work shut the fuck up and head Into the office looking tired as hell Acted up again spent the weekend in jail Took two days for dad to make bail Maybe I should have chilled on the last rail I called my boss about a check of mine He said " The money right now is caught in the pipeline" I know somebody getting paid when I rhyme But it sure ain't me I'm late for the last time Walked outside and my car is gone Had some weed in it to they repo'd my bong Standing in the parking lot singing this song Either I'm dead broke or either I'm dead wrong
Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store
I drink my early morning cup of coffee lace up my work boots Daddy said "A little work ain't never hurt nobody boy" But everyday's the same thing working 90 degree heat Reminds me of the chain-gang Digging holes just to fill 'em up again Guess what its all for that all mighty dollar No paid vacation in some remote location Same lame vocation same radiostations In this rusty dusty dump truck Hearing songs about things that don't matter to me What about the bricklayers What about the roofers And framers, the no-namers, ditch diggers and peach pickers Two jobbing single mom in Macon making 5 and quater Plus tips that's dog tired taking your order Cuz some lame ass dude popping pills can't support her And today I gotta go pour four more slabs of morar
Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store
Whoa whoa Hold the bus up let me get up in Looking like I'm late again ever since the day begin Hitting the snooze button thinking I won't lose nothing Just a minute more to snore before the days coming What I really feel is the day the chill Working 7 days just to pay the bills Can i get a minute I been in here working my bones And every second I get I be thinking bout home I don't know why we even try to do this It just seems to get so monatonious So damn pointless Im just tired of it Working everyday man fuck it I quit
Give me a hell yeah. Hell yeah. Hell yeah Oh and if you wanna see me drag his coffin Out into a field and set it ablaze Give me one more hell yeah
Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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