, keep your day job Don't give it away, keep your day job, whatever they say Keep your day job 'till your night job pays. Steady boys starting that eight day
yer day job Don't give it away, keep yer day job, whatever they say Keep yer day job 'till your night job pays. Steady boys starting that eight day
Tulkojums: Grateful Dead. Diena Darba.
keep yer day job Don't give it away, keep yer day job, whatever they say Keep yer day job 'till your night job pays. Steady boys starting that eight day
time There's always somebody talkin' 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You
about the uh, the disciples and Jesus When they were going through a corn field And they began to pick the corn And the Pharisees, the legalistics of the day
he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of
big 'Cause when your life is shit, then you haven't got much To lose on slaughterama, this next geek is guilty of the following A grateful dead life
, I don't know And then I sold my car For Grateful Dead tickets My dad yelled at me He grounded me He said I was a dick It was the worst day of my life
of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year
have to go and serve state time There's always somebody talkin 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggaz ain't even grateful
out my face Chours: Not today, I got things on my mind Not today, Now ain't that the place or time Not today, I'll do it all any other day Just not
I don't know And then I sold my car For Grateful Dead tickets My dad yelled at me He grounded me He said I was a dick It was the worst day of my life
