Enslavement Blues Lyrics

Enslavement Blues

Album : Survival sickness (2001)

 

 

 i'm enslaved by the weekdays, by their names monday and friday

 i'm enslaved by the things we say, and everywhere i go a little secret

 and i wish that you would come here and tell me that, we're all doing fine

 and i wish that you would come here and tell me that, we're not losing our
minds

 i'm enslaved by the living space, by the walls, roofs and the working place

 i'm enslaved by the games we play, no matter what i do, i will still sell
myself

 and i wish that you would come here and tell me that, we're all doing fine

 and i wish that you would come here and tell me that, we're not loosing our
minds

 i'm sure that we all want to blow, and i said that's what we ought to do

 i'm sure that we all want to change it all, that's why i'm coming to you

 i'm sure that you all want to know know know know

 i'm sure you all want to blow

 i'm enslaved by the weekdays, by their names monday and friday

 i'm enslaved by the words we say, every little sentence turns me into a
slave

 and i wish that you would come here and tell me that, were all dying in
here

 and i wish that you would come here and tell me that, were all dying

 i'm a slave

 i'm sure that we all want to blow and i said that what we ought to do

 i'm sure that we all want to change it all, that's why i'm coming to you

 i'm sure that you all want to know know know know

 i'm sure you all want to blow

 i'm a slave

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