Confuse - The Worker lyrics

rate me

efore I know, Sunday is coming again

I living for only holiday

I dying of worthless wearisome works always

I work in order to live on common

Everyday everynight drunken

Offending with me, I hit at immediate chap

I am sorry and think for it the next day

I had to beat your kid, fellows

Really the world is crazy

What do you spending day after day for?

You had your hair cut clean in order to appear in public

It appears fairly miserable form but I think the deed is

Hang on your parent as far as possible... groovy

I am bright

You are incapable

Is it punk that be feed your parents,

Get to buy the leather jacket and the guitar and lead an idle life?