Jobs

Now she's looking for a job
She tried a thousand times or more
But fifty four is not an age
To look after yourself again

The young years of her life are gone
As are the kids she gave them for
Now she walks a lonely road
In foreign lands she speaks no more

Now he's looking for a job
That doesn't have him on his fours
A music man, scrubbing floors
Then why the talent? what's it for?

At last he found a gig that payed
He practiced round the clock for days
But to this day he ain't being payed
The employer's on a beach in Spain

Now she's had too many jobs
Too many bosses tryna rob
With powdered nose, her heart and soul
They're going down I hope they rot

'Stand there smile, just look pretty!
A ten hour shift is really easy
You don't need food, it makes you sleepy
Oh you're sick, yeah? Sign this for me'



Credits
Writer(s): Inigo Lowe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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