Time

What steals all my time's not my lover
What steals all my time's not my band
What steals all my time is this robber
Called system
Called job
Cuts my hands

My lover gives me her time
My band's gift is this passion
My job it's just stealing my life
I'd blew it with no hesitation

I'm losing my life
I'm losing my time
Eight hours a day would be great cut in half
I'm not begging for change
I'm claiming what's fair
I'd shout out to the sky 'till it's written in the air
'Till it's written in the air

It's fair 'cause we have the right to live
It's fair, they don't need our time
Our time makes them more fuckin' rich
I will shout it loud to the sky
Uoo
Uoo
Uoo
Uoo
Uoo

And they pull the rope
That they put around your neck
They don't understand that is enough
We will cut that rope
We will make them understand
That our lives are not for sale

I'm losing my life
I'm losing my time
Eight hours a day would be great cut in half
I'm not begging for change
I'm claiming what's fair
I'd shout out to the sky 'till it's written in the air
I'm not begging for change
I'm claiming what's fair
I'd shout out to the sky 'till it's written in the air
'Till it's written in the air



Credits
Writer(s): Gal Padeh, Michal Levinton
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