Текст песни The International Noise Conspiracy - Enslavement Blues
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I`m enslaved by the weekdaysBy their names Monday and FridayI`m enslaved by the things we sayAnd everywhere I go a little secretAnd I wish that you would come hereAnd tell me that we`re all doing fineAnd I wish that you would come hereAnd tell me that were not losing our mindsI`m enslaved by the living spaceby the walls, roofs and the working placeI`m enslaved by the games we playNo matter what I do, I will still sell myselfAnd I wish that you would come hereAnd tell me that we`re not dying hereAnd I wish that you would come hereAnd tell me that we`re not dying hereI`m sure that we all want to blowAnd I said thats what we ought to doI`m sure that we all want to change it allThat`s why I`m coming to youI`m sure that you all want to knowI`m sure you all want to blowI`m enslaved by the weekdaysBy their names Monday and FridayI`m enslaved by the words we sayEvery little sentence turns me into a slaveAnd I wish that you would come hereAnd tell me that we`re all doing fineAnd I wish that you would come hereAnd tell me that we`re not losing our mindsI`m sure that we all want to blowAnd I said thats what we ought to doI`m sure that we all want to change it allThats why I`m coming to youI`m sure that we all want to knowI`m sure you all want to blowI`m a slave