Letra de The Winfield Blues

Working hard for the man Nine-to-five is a fucking drag When all you've got is a deck ov smokes Winfield blues! Its a tired auld song and mighty sad But you'd cut off your fingers just to save your hands When all you've got is a deck ov smokes Winfield blues! Oi! Watching the clock 'cause you need to breathe There's a fist up your arse through the holes in your jeans And all you've got is a deck ov smokes Winfield blues! Some guy with a nailgun lends you ideas Ov making the bastards bleed from their ears But all you've got is a deck ov fucking smokes The Winfield Blues!