Job

I'd rather be playing my guitar
but, now I have to work
eight hours a day, every day
Do your job, don't complain!

I'd rather be playing my guitar
but, now I have to work
eight hours a day, every day
Do your job, don't complain!

Only waiting for a miracle
sitting under a shadow of a tree, in the park
Praying for the light
while I'm living in the dark

It's hard to sell my time, all the time

Compositor: Frank Paris