Текст песни This Ain't No Picnic

Working on the edge

Losing my self-respect

For a man who presides over me

The principles of his creed

Punch in, punch out

Eight hours, five days

Sweat, pain and agony

On Friday I'll get paid

This ain't no picnic

This ain't no picnic

This ain't no picnic

This ain't no picnic
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Hey mister don't look down on me

For what I believe

I got my bills and the rent

I should be content

But our land isn't free

So I'll work my youth away

In the place of a machine

I refuse to be a slave

This ain't no picnic

This ain't no picnic

This ain't no picnic

This ain't no picnic