Written December 2025
C2025, P2025 Upton. All rights reserved.
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Startin to feel like I'm dead on my feet
Worry too much an now I'm loosin sleep
Bills keep comin but the money's run out
Just gettin harder not in any doubt
Boss never accused me of workin too hard
Eyes in his backside n cam'ras on the yard
Better to be here than be on the dole
not exactly great but its how the dice roll
One day I'll break out n'get me some sun
might win the lottery then work is done
Break
One day I'll break out n'get me some sun
might win the lottery then work is done
Spent my life workin eight till five
Most who retire don't make it out alive
Scroungers and rich are laughin at us
All we can do is head-down and cuss
Hoped someday to let all this go
To get up on stage n put on a show
But now those dreams are fading fast
Seems these days nothing can last
One day I'll break out n'get me some sun
might win the lottery then work is done
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