Testo di Work?

It's Monday morning, I'm barely alive The Sun's coming up, I'm going blind A marionette, to misery I'd rather be flying high, flying free Praying for rain, shovel shit all day Dreams in my head of fortune and fame There's a time full of aggravations 9 to 5 sinister allegations Getting laid, staying up late Something everyone can appreciate What's been said, get it through your head Workin' for you will kill me dead Fuck work! Fuck work! Fuck work! Fuck work! Down to this, I've gotta choose If my rotting brain is gonna work for you I can't take your crap all the time Cause I'm moving up to the front of the line Getting laid, staying up late Something everyone can appreciate What's been said, get it through your head Workin' for you will kill me dead Fuck work! Fuck work! Fuck work! Fuck work!