Sometimes my mind tries to deny
That life and work combine
I just can't handle the thought
That I'm 60 and still working the pays downwards
Stalking, the sweat on my back
The working days cut like a rope around my neck
I feel tired and dead, just want my bed
That life and work combine
I just can't handle the thought
That I'm 60 and still working the pays downwards
Stalking, the sweat on my back
The working days cut like a rope around my neck
I feel tired and dead, just want my bed
No I'm not born for working
The harder your job , hey the less you get paid
There are 10 million people who fight for a job
But I can't stand the thought working all my life
No i'm not born for working
Some years maybe but for sure not all my life
And I just want some reasons more to live on then
One week holliday and a lunchbreak
And do you live you live from lunchbreak to lunchbreak?
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