I'm enslaved by the weekdays By the names Monday to Friday I'm enslaved by the things said And everywhere I go a little secret And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we're all doing fine And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we're not losing our minds I'm enslaved by the living space By the walls, roofs and the working place I'm enslaved by the games we play No matter what I do, I will still sell myself And I wish that you would come here And tell me that, we're all doing fine And I wish that you would come here And tell me that, we're not losing our minds I'm sure that we all gonna go And I said that's what we ought to do I'm sure that we all wanna change it all That's why I'm coming to you I'm sure that you all wanna know, know, know, know I'm sure you all gonna go I'm enslaved by the weekdays By the names Monday 'n' Friday I'm enslaved by the words we say Every little sentence turns me into a slave And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we're not dying here And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we're not dying I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm sure that we all wanna go And I said that's what we ought to do I'm sure that we all wanna change it all That's why I'm coming to you I'm sure that we all wanna know, know, know, know I'm sure you all wanna know I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave I'm a slave Yeah, no Yeah, no Yeah, no © SONGS AND STORIES PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com