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And just a simple self employed man Brains not good, so I use my hands Up at the break of dawn I beat the local rooster to an early yawn A cup of tea to smooth the rough No sugar as I’m sweet enough It’s alright, it pays a decent amounts But that’s what I thought until I checked my account And I don’t work for free I don’t do things for a little bit of XP We ain’t shaking hands with each other We ain’t shouting: “Nice one, brother!” You think I'm joking but I’m not being funny I won’t be turning up if you ain’t got my money No money, no Monday No money, no Monday I didn’t sign as a debt collector Through your books like an account inspector I don’t mean to break your neck I Just want what I’m owed and expect I see you taking all the payments through I just want your end of the bargain to hold true I put my invoice into your inbox So I want my money no more, no less Put the transfer into your outbox Make it rain in my account instead Aus Songtexte Mania