I Hate Work
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๐ ID: 12295910
๐ Lyrics
Well I climbed that hill every single day
I'm piling up them trees until my hands are worn away
It's a job and its got good pay
But I'll be damned if I'll be doing this even one more day
Well I've had every job on this big blue earth
I flow from job to job I try to get me some work
Work until my back hurts and then I get paid
But that's not how I want to spend the rest of my days
I've been a paper carrier but I got fired
Houses complained they weren't getting their flyers
I've been the check-in guy at a fancy hotel
Well kissing people's ass well there ain't no worse hell
Well I fought fires in the BC woods
The smoke's so goddamn thick I didn't think that I could
And I brought you pizza right to your door
And if you didn't tip me then I called you a whore
I picked fruit in Australian heat
I'd tell you about bananas but I block that memory
You might think I'm lazy and you might think I'm wrong
But if it wasn't this way I couldn't sing you this song
Well I've had every job on this big blue earth
I flow from job to job I try to get me some work
Work until my back hurts and then I get paid
But that's not how I want to spend the rest of my days
I hate work
I'm piling up them trees until my hands are worn away
It's a job and its got good pay
But I'll be damned if I'll be doing this even one more day
Well I've had every job on this big blue earth
I flow from job to job I try to get me some work
Work until my back hurts and then I get paid
But that's not how I want to spend the rest of my days
I've been a paper carrier but I got fired
Houses complained they weren't getting their flyers
I've been the check-in guy at a fancy hotel
Well kissing people's ass well there ain't no worse hell
Well I fought fires in the BC woods
The smoke's so goddamn thick I didn't think that I could
And I brought you pizza right to your door
And if you didn't tip me then I called you a whore
I picked fruit in Australian heat
I'd tell you about bananas but I block that memory
You might think I'm lazy and you might think I'm wrong
But if it wasn't this way I couldn't sing you this song
Well I've had every job on this big blue earth
I flow from job to job I try to get me some work
Work until my back hurts and then I get paid
But that's not how I want to spend the rest of my days
I hate work