Slack Pile Rock 'N Roll

hard days

So you're looking for a secret final destiantion
So you're drowning in a silent deep well of frustration
You been kicked in the teeth, been punched in the guts
Why would you keep looking back?
It's the sad eyes slow grind you keep on chewin'
Givin' you a heart attack

So come on
Yeah go on waste away your life
Nobody give a shit
Ain't gonna get another ride
You'd better deal with it

Life's a bitch, ain't nothing you can do, because
Hard days keep comin' at you
And you can keep complainin' but you still get screwed when those
Hard days keep comin' at you
That's right

Yeah, the fun supply's scarce but the drugs come cheap
And love is trite but it still cuts deep
Been workin' so hard just to shut your mind
'Cause nothing's ever makin' sense
You pile shit on shit till it's six feet high
And pass it off as competence

So come on
Yeah go on waste away your life
Nobody give a shit
Ain't gonna get another ride
You better get a grip

Life's a bitch, ain't nothing you can do, because
Hard days keep comin' at you
And you can keep complainin' but you still get screwed when those
Hard days keep comin at you
And you can moan and writhe and act like a fool
Or you can kick and scratch and bite your way through

I said somebody, somebody got in my head
Oh, somebody, somebody wants me dead
Said somebody
Oh, Somebody
Somebody
Somebody

'Cause I'm locked n' loaded
I don't give a damn
Till the storm's blown over
Make my stand

Dauer:

5:07 m

Tempo:

143 bpm

Komponist:

Stetson

Texter:

Jesse J. Blow

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