Текст (слова) песни: Laika - Windows` Weed

waitin til my dyin day
thats when I pack these tired blues away
thats when I go to lay down in my grave
thatll be my dyin day

wonderin what Im workin for
aint gonna be your lowdown dog no more
aint gonna bleach an scrub your kitchen floor
I wonder what Im workin for

making tiny feet for shoes
didnt have the right to pick n choose
didnt know the freedom I would lose
in making tiny feet for shoes

workin dozen to the nine
feels like Im just servin time
waitin in this goddamn line
hell or heaven Ill be fine

cookin nothin in the pan
thats the way life dealt my hand
thatll be my livin last demand
to get somethin from this land

playin round the toes of time
waitin for the spark thatll free my mind
thatll put unhappiness behind
jus lookin for an exit sign

Другие песни Laika:

Almost Sleeping
Badtimes
Bedbugs
Black Cat Bone
Blood Plus Bones (moody mix)
Breather
Dirty Feet plus Giggles
Glory Cloud
Go Fish
Good Looking Blues
Knowing Too Little
Moccasin
Out Of Sight And Snowblind
Poor Gal
Prairie Dog
Shut Off - Curl Up
Spooky Rhodes
Starry Night
T Street
Uneasy
Windows` Weed