Cigarette Buds

Living for the weekend
Is all you've got
When your lives on hold
But your body is not

This life we've been living
Is just a lie
Working Nine to five
And then you die
A wish to retire
It's my only desire
But Its all down to the wire

Blood sweat and tears
Cigarette butts and a couple of beers
To help you clear your mind

You can't help but look so blue
It's Monday tomorrow
And there's nothing else you can do

Living for the weekend
Is all you've got
When your lives on hold
But your body is not

Sitting and waiting
Just to be paid
I'll work till I die
I've dug my own grave
Times are changing
Take your last resort
Cause your lives too short

Blood sweat and tears
Cigarette butts and a couple of beers
To help you clear your mind

You can't help but look so blue
It's Monday tomorrow
And there's nothing else you can do

(Solo)



Credits
Writer(s): Francesco Singelmann, Joey Dobinson, Pietro Taartaglino, Rafael Neira, Roberk Ozyanak
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