Текст песни Escape Club - Working For The Fat Man
Escape Club - Working For The Fat Man слова песни
every day is a Mondayin the house up on the hillthey`re taking out the windowsbut we`re working up there stilltill the sun goes downyou can hear the wheels go roundand I`ll slave awaysaving all I cantill then I`m workingworking for the fat manlooking out the windowas I dream any colored dreamsswaying to the rhythmof the sound of the machinestill the sun goes downyou can hear the wheels go roundbetween you and meI`ve taken all I canbut I`m still workingworking for the fat manI`m never going to workI`m never going to work for that fat man againbut I`m stuck on the linestuck on the line till I`m sixty-fivehey look out jackgoing to break your backand your face will sagand your bones will cracktill they send you downfor a couple of yearsin shadow townliving without breathingisn`t everything it seemsswaying to the rhythmof the sound of machinestill the sun goes downyou can hear the wheels go roundand I`ll slave awaysaving all that I cantill then I`m workingworking for the fat man