Gotta drop this ****
get out
get free
let it all fall away
this isn't for me.
Half lit
just awake
I hurt
how I ache,
gotta drop this **** and
get out.
Work and the contract,
odds stacked against me
and the click is the clock
clubbing the minutes which
rock, let them roll over me,
I want to be free.
The rota says nine,
but this time I'm ready,
unsteady?
possibly and the clock holds
a deathly chill as I **** it again.
Gotta drop this **** out or it will be the death of me
It's taking the best and the worst and holding my breath
I see the future on a payslip
less deductions.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
Gotta drop this ****
get out
get free
let it all fall away
this isn't for me.
Half lit
just awake
I hurt
how I ache,
gotta drop this **** and
get out.
Work and the contract,
odds stacked against me
and the click is the clock
clubbing the minutes which
rock, let them roll over me,
I want to be free.
The rota says nine,
but this time I'm ready,
unsteady?
possibly and the clock holds
a deathly chill as I **** it again.
Gotta drop this **** out or it will be the death of me
It's taking the best and the worst and holding my breath
I see the future on a payslip
less deductions.
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