Текст (слова) песни: The International Noise Conspiracy - Enslavement Blues
I`m enslaved by the weekdays By their names Monday and Friday I`m enslaved by the things we say And everywhere I go a little secret And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we`re all doing fine And I wish that you would come here And tell me that were not losing our minds I`m enslaved by the living space by the walls, roofs and the working place I`m enslaved by the games we play No matter what I do, I will still sell myself And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we`re not dying here And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we`re not dying here I`m sure that we all want to blow And I said thats what we ought to do I`m sure that we all want to change it all That`s why I`m coming to you I`m sure that you all want to know I`m sure you all want to blow I`m enslaved by the weekdays By their names Monday and Friday I`m enslaved by the words we say Every little sentence turns me into a slave And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we`re all doing fine And I wish that you would come here And tell me that we`re not losing our minds I`m sure that we all want to blow And I said thats what we ought to do I`m sure that we all want to change it all Thats why I`m coming to you I`m sure that we all want to know I`m sure you all want to blow I`m a slave
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