Paroles de Big Black Box

When i'm in work I don't feel the work pains I don't hear the gears crank Nobody has the time for that Then on the back step I'm racking up my sick pay I listen for the song that the earth plays I used to have an ear for that I gotta get it back I wish I could take the fattest cut Toss it on the grill and cook it up Even if I save my money up I still feel bad When I get to feeling things again Nothing around to put my feelings in I run out of time money and energy and I feel bad I lose the feeling out the back door and I try to reel it in Before I get buried in a big black box I pack my bags with pepper and salt I'm gonna climb that hill until I reach the top I'm gonna cock that gun I’m gonna shoot that boar I’m not gonna eat like a fool no more