Laika
Window`s Weed
waitin` `til my dyin` day
that`s when I pack these tired blues away
that`s when I go to lay down in my grave
that`ll be my dyin` day
wonderin` what I`m workin` for
ain`t gonna be your lowdown dog no more
ain`t gonna bleach an` scrub your kitchen floor
I wonder what I`m workin` for
making tiny feet for shoes
didn`t have the right to pick `n choose
didn`t know the freedom I would lose
in making tiny feet for shoes
workin` dozen to the nine
feels like I`m just servin` time
waitin` in this goddamn line
hell or heaven I`ll be fine
cookin` nothin` in the pan
that`s the way life dealt my hand
that`ll be my livin` last demand
to get somethin` from this land
playin` `round the toes of time
waitin` for the spark that`ll free my mind
that`ll put unhappiness behind
jus` lookin` for an exit sign
Window`s Weed
waitin` `til my dyin` day
that`s when I pack these tired blues away
that`s when I go to lay down in my grave
that`ll be my dyin` day
wonderin` what I`m workin` for
ain`t gonna be your lowdown dog no more
ain`t gonna bleach an` scrub your kitchen floor
I wonder what I`m workin` for
making tiny feet for shoes
didn`t have the right to pick `n choose
didn`t know the freedom I would lose
in making tiny feet for shoes
workin` dozen to the nine
feels like I`m just servin` time
waitin` in this goddamn line
hell or heaven I`ll be fine
cookin` nothin` in the pan
that`s the way life dealt my hand
that`ll be my livin` last demand
to get somethin` from this land
playin` `round the toes of time
waitin` for the spark that`ll free my mind
that`ll put unhappiness behind
jus` lookin` for an exit sign