Three Sundays in a Week

Life is a hamster wheel, but it really moves
So step out of the way, or it will run you thru
They will feed you lies, but they do it with smiles
At six o'clock you be free for a while
(...)
I'm just waiting on the end of the road (world?) to come
(...)
Life is like an elegant joke, where the laugh is on you
It begins with hope and it ends so cruel
You can sell your time, when you are at your prime
After you're burnout, they replace the light
(...)
I'm just waiting on the end of the road (world?) to come
(...)
You hard-hearted, dunder-headed,
obstinate, rusty, crusty, musty, fusty, old salvage
Who thinks people should have nothing to do with the law but obey them
You may think that you're safe behind the walls that you raise
But when the judgment day comes, it will wipe that smile off your face
(...)
I'm just waiting on the end of the road (world?) to come



Credits
Writer(s): Fernando Cavalaro, Gabriel Junqueira, Pedro Johns, Rick Baggio
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