Текст песни Laika - Widows Wead
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Waitin" til my dyin dayThats when I pack these tired blues awayThats when I go to lay down in my graveThatll be my flyin dayWondering what Im workin forAint gonna be your lowdown dog no moreAint gonna bleach an scrub your kitchen floorI wonder what Im workin forMaking tiny feet for shoesDidnt have the right to pick n chooseDidnt know the freedom I would loseIn making tiny feet for shoesWorking dozen to the nineFeels like Im just servin timeWaitin in this goddamn lineHell or heaven Ill be fineCookin nothing in the panThats the way life dealt my handThatll be my livin last demandTo get something from this landPlayin around the toes of timeWaiting for the spark thatll free my mindThatll put unhappiness behindJust looking for an exit sign