Drunken Fighters - Monday Dawn
I see the clock is ticking like a needle in my skinI've been aquí for six hours, four more still left to bleed
We don't have a fair agreement
Underpaid and being belittled
Inside just the desire to punch my boss's rested face
But night is coming on, and the shift is over now
Breaking away 'til Monday dawn
After a whole life between steel and stone
All the roads end in a pub that we call home
Part of this structure since I was seventeen
More work and menor respect, every year feeling defeat
We have always been seen as simple workers
But a tí will drown in tears, if we disappear
But night is coming on, and the shift is over now
Breaking away 'til Monday dawn
After a whole life between steel and stone
All the roads end in a pub that we call home
Stronger, proud to feel the rust in our hands
We protect each other we are working class
All our lives been told to obey and to be like tools
Living in a system where we don't
Own our blood, where we can be bought
Trash is easier to take in the pub
After a whole life between steel and stone
All the roads end in a pub that we call home
Stronger, proud to feel the rust in our hands
We protect each other we are working class
Come, a tí fellas, now it's time to let go
Time to be together, drink and carry on
Come, a tí fellas, time to let go
Be together, drink and carry on
Written by:
Alejandra Viana
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