I tell you the boss don't care.
I know that the boss don't
care,
He don't even talk to me.
Tell me, what's wrong,
What's wrong with the life
I live;
Tell me, what's wrong,
What's wrong with this world
im in.
Wouldn't it be good to get
out of here,
Wouldn't it be good to get
out of here,
Wouldn't it be good to get
out of here,
Wouldn't it be fine to get
out.
As cool as a river,
Safe as a baby,
So they say.
So quiet, so cleanly,
Shining discretely,
Working away.
I tell you the boss don't care.
I know that the boss doesn't
care,
He don't even talk to me.
Tell me, what's wrong
What's wrong with this life
I live;
Please tell me, what's wrong,
What's wrong with this life
I live.
My eyes are so heavy.
They follow the water
Down to the stream.
My conscience is cloudy.
My heart gets so weary,
It cannot be, it never was
my dream.
I tell you the boss don't care,
don't care.
I know that the boss don't
care,
He don't even talk to me.
Tell me, what's wrong,
What's wrong with this life
I live.
Please tell me, what's wrong,
What's wrong with this world
im in.
Tell me,
What's wrong with this life
I live?
Tell me, what's wrong, what's
wrong.
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