I'm so old my bones are breaking
I'm so old my voice is worn out and dry
All this shift work has started draining me earlier and faster everyday but I don't want to Starve and die
I'm not violent and I haven't got it in me
A friend of mine has painted me a picture of semi decent vegan who will set aside their Diet when they're finally forced to eat the filthy rich
If i'm worth fifteen to you then you know i'm seeing ten
Last year I worked four months and didn't f*cking see a cent
So when my land lord comes a knocking i know you'll wish them well
You can keep not paying overtime and i'll see you in hell