Working Man's Song - tekst piosenki • tłumaczenie piosenki

Chorus This tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin' Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin' These days, "9-to-5" feels more like "twenty-five to life", and Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin Verse 1 I punch the clock, wanna punch a ticket to New York and punch the boss But they don't pay enough for me to cover that cost So, I punch the Sheetrock instead Cover my debts, keep the family fed They been promisin' me another dollar or three But that talk is as cheap as these boots I'm wearin' And that's been wearin' on more than my soul And all that I know Chorus Is tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin' Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin' These days, "9-to-5" feels more like "twenty-five to life", and Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin', nah Supposed to feel like dyin', no Verse 2 Red, blue, right, left, they still workin' us to death And whatever's left over at the end's to the IRS Head above water but I'm kickin' like hell Ain't nobody lookin' out for me but myself Ain't no gettin' out from under all of these underpaid checks And last time I checked Chorus Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin' Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin' These days, "9-to-5" feels more like "twenty-five to life", and Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell nah) Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell no, hell no) Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell no) Instrumental Break Chorus Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin' Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin' These days, "9-to-5" feels more like "25 to life", and Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell nah) Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell no, hell no) Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell no) Outro (Hell no) (Hell no) (Hell no) (Hell no)