Songtext von Work-Shy

All for shared responsibility But I'm ducking out of it early I'm not throwing out my back I'm not standing in the Sun I'm not fixing my own car I'm not painting the house If you wanna see me sweat Well, you're gonna need a gun Work with your hands Or have them cut off Work with your hands Or have them cut off Work with your hands Or have them cut off Work with your hands Take marx and engels They aren't the sort of people Who could sell me an ethos Old and tired is not so appealing Many hands make light lifting But please don't dare include me I'm not slaving at the mill I'm not hanging off a truck I'm not dying on the line I'm not eating from a box If you wanna see me sweat Well you're firmly out of luck Bent well over your barrel You lifted up a hill I'm not losing a finger I'm not getting black lung I'm not dying in a mineshaft I'm not falling off the scaffold If you wanna see me sweat Sorry not a fucking shot