I know the feeling
I feel the pain
Look outside
******* pouring rain
The days are dull
And all the same
So ******* boring
So mundane
The only excitement
Is two days of rest
When you’re alone
You get it off your chest
You go to the ******
And drown your sorrows
And ******* pray
It’s not Monday tomorrow
We fought for freedom
Now we’re under the thumb
Pay your ******* taxes
And work till your numb
But don’t you worry
You’ll get your time
Just work for 70 years
And you’ll be just fine
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
I know the feeling
I feel the pain
Look outside
******* pouring rain
The days are dull
And all the same
So ******* boring
So mundane
The only excitement
Is two days of rest
When you’re alone
You get it off your chest
You go to the ******
And drown your sorrows
And ******* pray
It’s not Monday tomorrow
We fought for freedom
Now we’re under the thumb
Pay your ******* taxes
And work till your numb
But don’t you worry
You’ll get your time
Just work for 70 years
And you’ll be just fine
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