Songtext von You've got it made

It takes about one day a week of getting up before the daybreak and running out in the world before you're even half awake CHORUS: and they always say, "Kid, you got it made." It makes it easier to understand the drunks out in the street They got their own type of prison and their own way to be free Sometimes I swear I'd trade them places (I swear), for all I care, 'cause as it is, this cell is killing me It takes about one day of waking up before the daybreak Putting your shoulder to the wheel, then your nose against the windowpane to salivate at the stimuli, it's enough to make a grown man cry It seems like such a waste, trading hours and trading days of time you can't afford to throw away on someone else's dream