Lyrics

The gas will be shut off by noon today The city came and killed the power only yesterday Debt collector's hounding on the phone The bank has said they're gonna take my home Nothing left to do Nothing left to sell The job won't pay the bills no more I guess it's just as well Grind my nine-to-five Just try to stay alive Wear my fingers down to the bone Try to squeeze more water from the stone It's a hard job keeping dinner on my plate Dreams won't fill the belly so I guess they'll have to wait I'm sure those dreams are bound to pass me by I'll be slaving til the day I die Nothing left to do Nothing left to sell The job won't pay the bills no more I guess it's just as well Grind my nine-to-five Just try to stay alive Wear my fingers down to the bone Try to squeeze more water from the stone
Writer(s): Douglas Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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