“FOR YOU” 31-10-97

My heart so full of love
in a job that slowly kills me
always commuting
always selling my soul
in the slave uniform
but
I do it for you

so I can make our hideaway island
away from everything
climbing in dust until payday
all we need is a beach
and a fridge
its always hard
but
I do it for you

if you win or
if you lose
you’re still a rat
the human race is run

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