This Ain't No Picnic
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Lyrics
Working on the edge, losing my self-respect For a man who presides over me The principles of his creed Punch in punch out, eight hours, five days a week Sweat, pain and agony, on Friday I'll get paid This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic ♪ Hey mister, don't look down on me for what I believe I got my bills and the rent, I should go pitch a tent But our land isn't free So I'll work my youth away in the place of a machine I refuse to be a slave This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:57
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 156 BPM