So much work for not much pay
From place to place, the same old face
We run so fast, and it's not a long race
The rats are racing but I'm a mouse
I hate my job and I hate my house.
I have to get myself out of here
but all my money gets spent on beer.
So drink your coffee or drink a beer
just tell your mind what you want it to hear
You're still alive so it's going to suck
But you're still alive so we'll call it all luck
Hit play again, and start anew,
We'd do much better if only we knew.
when will we all be free again
to live our lives, Oh tell me when.
Oh tell me when,
just tell me when
When will we be free again,
I have to know, this ain't no show.
Let's live our lives how we want 'em to go.
I saw you happy at the local bar
I got drunk and I smashed your car.
I'm happy too, except when I'm not
It's all this booze and not enough pot.
Things were fun, those times are gone
Now we're waking up on stranger's lawns
Work all week and drink the rest
I'm mess but I'm trying my best.
So drink your coffee or drink a beer
just tell your mind what you want it to hear
You're still alive so it's going to suck
But you're still alive so we'll call it all luck
Hit play again, and start anew,
We'd do much better if only we knew.
when will we all be free again
to live our lives, Oh tell me when.
just tell your mind what you want it to hear
You're still alive so it's going to suck
But you're still alive so we'll call it all luck
Hit play again, and start anew,
We'd do much better if only we knew.
when will we all be free again
to live our lives, Oh tell me when.
Oh tell me when,
just tell me when
When will we be free again,
I have to know, this ain't no show.
Let's live our lives how we want 'em to go.
I don't cry because it's easy to yell.
Yell "Fuck You!" or "Go to Hell!"
but I know i can't be your fault
The fields of life are filled with salt.
I'm too strong to lose this war,
I think I'm losing, don't know the score
So when you ask how have I been,
I just ask you to tell me when.
Yell "Fuck You!" or "Go to Hell!"
but I know i can't be your fault
The fields of life are filled with salt.
I'm too strong to lose this war,
I think I'm losing, don't know the score
So when you ask how have I been,
I just ask you to tell me when.
Oh tell me when,
just tell me when
When will we be free again,
I have to know, this ain't no show.
Let's live our lives how we want 'em to go.
Oh tell me when,
just tell me when
When will we be free to live again,
I have to know, this ain't no show.
Let's live our lives how we want 'em to go.
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