Laika - Window's Weed lyrics

rate me

waitin' 'til my dyin' day

that's when I pack these tired blues away

that's when I go to lay down in my grave

that'll be my dyin' day

wonderin' what I'm workin' for

ain't gonna be your lowdown dog no more

ain't gonna bleach an' scrub your kitchen floor

I wonder what I'm workin' for

making tiny feet for shoes

didn't have the right to pick 'n choose

didn't know the freedom I would lose

in making tiny feet for shoes

workin' dozen to the nine

feels like I'm just servin' time

waitin' in this goddamn line

hell or heaven I'll be fine

cookin' nothin' in the pan

that's the way life dealt my hand

that'll be my livin' last demand

to get somethin' from this land

playin' 'round the toes of time

waitin' for the spark that'll free my mind

that'll put unhappiness behind

jus' lookin' for an exit sign