Bosses in Your Life

Sunday mornings are perfect for a park stroll
But your bosses hate Sundays, they'd rather stay home
The old city streets are treasures to behold
But your bosses avoid pretty places where you roam

The bosses in your life just love to destroy
Their planes drop dream-crushers right over our heads
They won't let the border be a place to enjoy
It's where they show off disasters, filling us with dread

They decide the fate of kids and the old
In war, they show power, making lives end
It's not for us to judge, just do as we're told
Your bosses command you to bend and not mend

They decide the fate of kids and the old
In war, they show power, making lives end
It's not for us to judge, just do as we're told
Your bosses command you to bend and not mend

At least enjoy this beautiful sky of fire
The horizon now shifts like a snake on the floor
No need to worry about plans that expire
Just run fast to survive another day of war

(Run baby, run)



Credits
Writer(s): Marcelo Braga
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link