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Gotta Go To Work
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Take old skool rave, add indie/punk sensibilities and anarchist politics, shake vigorously, then see what happens...
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Genre
World • Dub
Charts
#255 in subgenre Peak #2
Charts
Peak #97
Author
Neil O'Brien
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@nti-copyright
Uploaded
April 03, 2008
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:40
Story behind the song
This is about the misery of being trapped inside doing something you hate at the height of summer. I'm convinced one reason I fouled up my GCSEs is cos it was a really gorgeous summer and I resented being stuck in a gloomy hall doing a load of exams on crap I couldn't care less about.
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Heat and light floods your room in the morning Sunlight burns the sleep from your eyes Birds singing, greeting the new day dawning But for you it's just the start of your daily demise Coffee and toast stuffed, now your running for the bus And it's the daily struggle to find a seat Trapped between schoolies and some twat with an iPod Blood starting to boil in the growing heat Cos the sun is shining, but not for you I said the sun is shining, but not for you Cos you ain't free man, you ain't equal To your boss and he says "You gotta go to work!" After the brightness and heat of the street Your workplace is as cool and gloomy as a tomb Crack open all the windows before you take your seat Let in all the noise and the traffic's fumes As the hands on your watch crawl on to 12 o'clock And round your head, like you were dead, there's a buzzing fly There's still an hour’s wait til you can take your dinner break So you slave and you sweat in your shirt and tie
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