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Tuesday morning I got up and thought well today will be the day that I check myself I had my checklist ready, even skipped my cup of coffee 'cause I had to do all the above see now point one telephone bill, two I need insurance, three I need a job point four I need to hurry up 'cause the clock doesn't run on sympathy on the contrary man, he's like grinning at me.So I opened up the bill and what do I see?Three fat printed digits smiling at me,hihi, oh my God now I'm all shook upI'm on the phone asking them if they misplaced the dot, not? ooh I gotta go now MissShe's like: wait a minute man, aren't you gonna pay for this, rightSo she puts me on some monthly-pay-arrangementsHave a lovely day! Yeah, whateverI got no job (it's a motherfucker)No money (it's a motherfucker)I got nothing (it's a motherfucker)Well, we need to survive this life my brotherHaving no hopes (it's a motherfucker)Without dreams (it's a motherfucker)SongtexteSo it seems (it's a motherfucker)We need to take care of one anotherOoh, Leaf is rocking the showI arrived at point two just before luchright after the punch in my stomach, oefforget about it, 'cause lately I've been walking the streets dodging traffic this uninsured life is pretty hecticWhat if a pick up truck mistakes me for a parking lotthe officer mistakes me for a thief and now my leg got shotThe hospital won't take me and I'm crying like a babythis doesn't work well with the ladiesI got no job (it's a motherfucker)No money (it's a motherfucker)I got nothing (it's a motherfucker)Well, we need to survive this life my brotherHaving no hopes (it's a motherfucker)Without dreams (it's a motherfucker)So it seems (it's a motherfucker)We need to take care of one anotherCould somebody please pass me a j-o-b?So I'm standing in line at the temp agencyThey ask me what do I do, I said I'm a great musicianWell that doesn't really match up with this cleaning positionIt's a minimum wage job, better bring your own mobmake sure you'll be there around seven o'clock sharpnext morning I woke upOoh shit! Eight o'clockWell, I went anyway and got fired on the spotNow I can't believe this is happening to meI didn't even make it passed point three, damnI got no job (it's a motherfucker)No money (it's a motherfucker)I got nothing (it's a motherfucker)Well, we need to survive this life my brotherHaving no hopes (it's a motherfucker)Without dreams (it's a motherfucker)So it seems (it's a motherfucker) Aus Songtexte Mania