J.O.B.

(albüm: Beer, Bait And Ammo - 2000)

Eight Monday morning and I'm in my bed as leep
Well now, no bell ring-a-linging telling me it's time to hit the street
Oh, no, don't you knock on my door, 'cause I ain't coming
Tell the boss-man I've quit or I've died or something
I'm doing all those things I've always said I wanted to do

I don't want no J.O.B.
Bringing me
Down like a damn dog to my knees
All work and no play ain't no way for me to live
My day's too short, I ain't got no time
Got one life, it's gonna be mine
Living wild and free, don't want no J.O.B.

Well now, the landlord's knocking, oh, I'm in one hell of a mess
And I just got a letter from the folks at the I.R.S.
The bills are piled high and the grass needs mowing
Think I'll jump in my truck and just keep on going
Find me a place where the drinks are free
And the pretty girls all love me

I don't want no J.O.B.
Bringing me
Down like a damn dog to my knees
All work and no play ain't no way for me to live
My day's too short, I ain't got no time
Got one life, it's gonna be mine
Living wild and free, don't want no J.O.B.

Seems all I ever do is work these fingers to the bone
If this is all that life can offer, I'd rather be dead and gone.

I don't want no J.O.B.
Bringing me
Down like a damn dog to my knees
All work and no play ain't no way for me to live
My day's too short, I ain't got no time
Got one life, it's gonna be mine
Living wild and free, don't want no J.O.B.

Yea now, I'm living wild and free
Don't want no J.O.B.