5 acessos
I've got holes in my pockets and
It gives me a headache
I clench my fists, try to will them both away
Can I get a cigarette? I need a new habit
My old ones just don't seem to cut it anymore
Why raise your expectations
Just so that you can get let down
There's millions of us around now
Scoping the ground now
Looking for a ticket out
We're so sad and self-satisfied
when we're talking amongst ourselves
About the way things ought to be
But the reality is we've got too much time on our hands
To handle the amount of time our hands are dangling by our sides
You and me are always going to be
At the bottom of the heap
There will always be some go-getter
Who can do the job better
So climb your ladder, I'll collect my check
For six more weeks
Hey man, I got a question
Where's my pension plan?
When does that kick in?
Hey man it's not about the money
It's about getting what you deserve