Old Man Luedecke - I Quit My Job lyrics

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<b>I Quit My Job</b> by <i>Old Man Luedecke</i><br />

Oh, bright minds of poverty

Hold on to your heart won liberties

And discard your store bought realities

Don't let them take, the joy that you make

On your own

Work when you need to maybe

Don't let 'em bleed you baby

They do nothing more than feed you lady

Don't let them take, the joy that you make

On your own

Don't fuss, don't fight it no

Take that wrong and right it ho

Can always live on rice and potatoes

Take your heart's candle and relight it

I quit my job

I'm free today

Should be proud of where I am

All my friends work their dreams with their hands

And truly this is the promised land

Don't kill yourself about making it

Just be taking it easy but be taking it

There's enough out there who are faking it

Don't let them take, the joy that you make

On your own