Working Too Much
I'm always tired
And it's always the same
I pick up a wage
But I'm dead in the brain
I'm making ends meet
But it comes at a cost
I'm paying the rent
But it comes to a loss
Work
You're working too much
You're working too much
You're working too much
And it kills you
Sweat
You're breaking a sweat
Yeah that's what you get
You're breaking a sweat
And it kills you dead
My waking life
Passes by in a daze
I go to my boss
And I'll beg for a raise
An annual check
Tells me what I am worth
Retirement plans
Then I'm laid in the dirt
Work
You're working too much
You're working too much
You're working too much
And it kills you
Sweat
You're breaking a sweat
Yeah that's what you get
You're breaking a sweat
And it kills you dead
Ba dap ba ba
Work
You're working too much
And it kills you
Sweat
You're breaking a sweat and it kills you
Work you're working too much and it kills you
Sweat
You're breaking a sweat and it kills you (cont.)
Picture Leon Trotsky
Alone in his Istanbul exile
The fate of Western Civilisation dangling off the tip of his pen
He died for our sins
Workers of the world unite
All you have left to lose are your chains
Work
You're working too much
You're working too much
You're working too much
And it kills you
Sweat
You're breaking a sweat
Yeah that's what you get
You're breaking a sweat
And it kills you dead
And it's always the same
I pick up a wage
But I'm dead in the brain
I'm making ends meet
But it comes at a cost
I'm paying the rent
But it comes to a loss
Work
You're working too much
You're working too much
You're working too much
And it kills you
Sweat
You're breaking a sweat
Yeah that's what you get
You're breaking a sweat
And it kills you dead
My waking life
Passes by in a daze
I go to my boss
And I'll beg for a raise
An annual check
Tells me what I am worth
Retirement plans
Then I'm laid in the dirt
Work
You're working too much
You're working too much
You're working too much
And it kills you
Sweat
You're breaking a sweat
Yeah that's what you get
You're breaking a sweat
And it kills you dead
Ba dap ba ba
Work
You're working too much
And it kills you
Sweat
You're breaking a sweat and it kills you
Work you're working too much and it kills you
Sweat
You're breaking a sweat and it kills you (cont.)
Picture Leon Trotsky
Alone in his Istanbul exile
The fate of Western Civilisation dangling off the tip of his pen
He died for our sins
Workers of the world unite
All you have left to lose are your chains
Work
You're working too much
You're working too much
You're working too much
And it kills you
Sweat
You're breaking a sweat
Yeah that's what you get
You're breaking a sweat
And it kills you dead
Credits
Writer(s): Ismael Rivera, Daniel Rivera, Calum Bolland, Alejandro Iturralde
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.