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Don'T Wanna Work

This song is by Drapht and appears on the album Brothers Grimm (2008).

I never knew what I wanted to pursue as a kid.
Finishing your 12 the world looked bigger than it ever did before,
Its embeded in my forehead.
I wasn't ready to be sent off on this walk, yeah.
Out on the doorstep, as fragile as a war vet,
Force fed every single page of the employment section.
Only direction my rap, and I don't mean rap like the back of a
McDonadls doin' ya burgers, nah.
And I don't mean rap like Iraqi women under their burquas.
No purpose in life,
Was only good at sport and drinking like boonie on a flight
Back from uk, new day, new dollar.
Refuse to follow every other blue collar.
Just wanted to break the mould.
Like maradonna all hands on to reach my goal, ha ha.
But the key hole was filled with gum.
I was to come for the kid with the silver tongue.
I had to run for a better day
But in order to do that spun shit on my resumé.
Was the sole inventor of lemonade,
Taught yoga at jenny craig and yoda how to levatate.
And it still didn't generate shit,
Unemployed and already ready to quit. Whoa

I don't wanna work,
I don't wanna work for a jerk, shirt, suit, tie.
I don't wanna work,
I don't wanna work for the rest of my life, whoa.
I don't wanna work,
I don't wanna work for a jerk, shirt, suit, tie.
I don't wanna work,
I don't wanna work for the rest of my life.

Arrive 5 minutes late and they're on my back,
Trying to give me the axe like a lumberjack.
You're lucky that I'm in, knocking up a beginner sweater.
'Cause if I'm paid the minimum the minum you're getting. Too right.
In bed never ready for my alarm. Ah shit.
Forgot I'm not a farmer.
It's too early, hit snooze about thirty times
Before I get up, it's like waking the dead up.
Need a chin up, I'm fed up being a broker.
Feel I'm on the wrong track like a go-kart in formular 1,
You can call it a hunch but I don't think ill last here more than a month.
Hey whys that?
Lunch is the quickest part of the day
And that half an hour isn't even part of my pay.
I need a heart to follow the cake, I need to break free.
I'm a slave to the wage every week.

I don't wanna work,
I don't wanna work for a jerk, shirt, suit, tie.
I don't wanna work,
I don't wanna work for the rest of my life, whoa.
I don't wanna work,
I don't wanna work for a jerk, shirt, suit, tie.
I don't wanna work,
I don't wanna work for the rest of my life.

Thinking like a buisiness man with his cut backs.
You'd think hes edward sissorhands and hed subtract
The heart, the soul, replace it with the dark, the cold
And the robotic parts that hold him together.
Never better for the girls that get their foot in, ladies.
It's not what you put more what you put out.
And if you're good at your job it's an extra,
Nothing sells better than sex does.
No Texas tea break, you cheapskate,
No paid holidays or sickleave or days off. What?
If you take them you're laid off.
Like being a slave to adolf
I don't wanna work.

We work, we earn, we die.
Its slaving 9 till 5.
We work while watching the clock,
We work till our hearts will stop. Whoa
We work, we earn, we die.
Its slaving 9 till 5.
We work while watching the clock,
We work till our hearts will stop.

I don't wanna work.

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