Working hard, my knees are sore. Find me quietly mending a saw. Tend to baby, blood did it all, hold her gently, she’s wanting more.
You’ll find me at “The General” or “Beggars of Life”. Three cases of Emu, we’re all undoing our belts. He was a good son he worked hard all his life. “But Michael am I meant for a world that I don’t understand?”
And did it rain fire in your dream? And I was a down-and-out killing machine. And you don’t know what it means to survive. And I hope to God, you get to play, Just for a little more time.
Sauce is empty, fetch me a beer. Food on the table, which I fit in the eve. Bed ain’t empty, my knees aren’t sore, I’m not getting shot at oh how I love this boredom.
You’ll find me at “The General” or “Beggars of Life”, Three cases of Emu, we’re all undoing our belts. He was a good son he worked hard all his life. “But Michael am I meant for a world that I don’t understand?”
And did it rain fire in your dream, And I was a down-and-out killing machine. And you don’t know what it means to survive. And I hope to God, you get to play, Just for a little more time. Just for a little more time. Just for a little more time.