T.M. Revolution

Payday


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Payday

All along I was just faking it.
And i´d do whatever just to be making it.
All along I was just eating shit.
And i´d do whatever just so I could make a hit.
I´m a slave because it isn´t like me.
To be myself and live without a care.
My day is payday. Will they ever learn from me.
All along I was their little bitch.
And i´d do whatever just so I could be the rich.
I´m as plastic as they ever come.
But so are credit cards and they are worth more than some.
I´d sell my soul for a million one.
It´s better than just living for the fun.
Cuz i´ll be their fortunate son.
And that´s when I know i´ve won.