Život, Rad, Užas

Život, rad, užas
work.work.you just work.until you get sickend of life
and until you die of tiredness and hunger
wake up in the morning and go to work again.

work.work.you just work until you die of tiredness and hunger
and until they find you dead on the facade
wake up in the morning and go to work again.

labour life-no sort of life

im working.im working.im still working.i aint got a day to chill
every day.every day im working
fuck you all cause i have to work

labour life-no sort of life

life wouldnt be life if all wasnt so bloody nervous
life.work.horror.the worst nightmare ever