Ten fifty, three minutes till, till eleven I don't want the alarm again Nine thirty, three minutes till On the way to work, not smiling I know, time to go to punch my card in Today, just another day at eleven Gotta have so much to tidy up Too much too soon (I wan' a day) Where I don't have to get up Sometimes I'm sick of being in a rut (I wan' a day) Where I don't have to go to work This low life job makes me feel like a jerk So dirty, burnt fingers to the bone Not fair to be left in this job all alone No help, no, no credit for making sure This evil machine doesn't stop I know time to go to punch my card in Today, just another day at eleven Gotta so much to tidy up Too much too soon (I wan' a day) Where I don't have to get up Sometimes I'm sick of being in a rut (I wan' a day) Where I don't have to go to work This low life job makes me feel like a jerk Am I going to spend Every day of my life livin' this way? (No way) (Yeah) (I wan' a day) Where I don't have to get up Sometimes I'm sick of being in a rut (I wan' a day) Where I don't have to go to work This low life job makes me feel like a jerk (I wan' a day) Where I don't have to get up Sometimes I'm sick of being in a rut (I wan' a day) Where I don't have to go to work This low life job makes me feel like a jerk © THE LIVING END PTY LTD; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com