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

São as águas de março fechando o verão É a promessa de vida no teu coração É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã É o pau, é a pedra, é o fim do caminho É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol É a noite, é a

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

No one's going to take me alive Time has come to make things right You and I must fight for our rights You and I must fight to survive Come ride with me Through the veins of history I'll show you a God Falls asleep on the job And how can we win,

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

So everybody just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me Guess who's back, guess who's back? Now this looks like a job for me I said, this looks like a job for me Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside,

I had a job, I had a girl I had something going, mister, in this world I got laid off down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now I work down at the car wash Where all it ever does is rain Don't you feel like you're a rider on a

Just let me rock, sex you back to sleep girl Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love Don't say a word no, don't you talk Just hold on tight to me girl Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job, sex you back to

I kissed your face Sue, I got the job We’ll buy the house You’ll need to rest But now we’ll make it Sue, the clinic called The X-ray’s fine I brought you home I just said home

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