But roll around heaven all day Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do Up in the mornin', out on a job Work like the devil for my pay While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do Fussed with my woman Toil for my kids Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray

Hoje à noite A lua se apagar A gente se peder Quem já viu a lua cris Quando a lua começa a murchar É preciso gritar e correr, socorrer o luar

Hard for me to keep decent clothes to wear. Lay awake at night Oh so low Ive been troubled Cant keep a job I'm laid off and having double trouble Hey, Hey, you can make it if you try Baby, that's no lie Living in generations of millionaires Laugh at me

Se você disser que eu desafino, amor Saiba que isso em mim provoca imensa dor Só privilegiados têm ouvido igual ao seu Eu possuo apenas o que Deus me deu Se você insisted em classificar meu comportamento de antimusical Eu mesmo mentindo Devo argumentar

I just got the fuck off a plane 6 car garage, I got more than 1 job Be a boss, go hard Wake up, smelling kush when I yawn Shorty wanna fuck with the king, tired of them pawns Ain't on the top? Well, that's nonsense Bank account full of G's, so that's all

I hate my life Well I hate my job, all of my rich friends I hate everyone to the bitter end Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight So sick of the hobos Always beggin' for change I don't like how I gotta work And they just sit around and get

Sorry, you're so sorry Don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it Upside down and hell's the only sound, we did an awful job Eyes are full of desire Mind is so ill-at-ease Everything is on fire Out of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame Children

Pensei, pensei tanta coisa Volta pra casa, fica comigo Já tô com vontade de ir por aí E na corda da viola todo mundo sambar Vim do norte vim de longe De um lugar que já nem há Vim dormindo pela estrada Vim parar neste lugar

Prices are high now darlin', and all the good jobs are gone Sorry to say, baby, things ain't what they used to be Times is hard, baby and the hustle is really on Times is hard, baby, the hustle is really on Better get yourself a job now, baby, I'm tired

(Why?, why?, why?) Mama been laid off Papa been laid off Billy can't get a job Don't let them stay home and listen to the blues (Why?, why?) My brother's been laid off For more than two years now Oh, can't get a job