Текст песни
My life is sad, my mood is bad
And all I need is a soft bed
Days were days, nights were nights
I realise that I have no rights
Don't text and don't call, don't bother at all
There is no pop, there's no rock'n'roll
Turn off your phones and go shave your balls
I wrote the song "for whom the bell tolls"
The idler I am, it's six PM
I want to sleep, I want to eat
The idler I am, bread, cheese and ham
Watching TV cause I'm a grown man
My life is sad, everything's bad
And all I need is to be fed
Wizards and mages, dragons and knights
My life is wasted, I don't realise
I try to text, I try to call
I have no response, nothing at all
Turn on your phones, stop shaving your balls
Because I am trapped in my four white walls
The idler I am, it's six PM
I want to sleep, I want to eat
The idler I am, bread, cheese and ham
Watching TV cause I'm a grown man
The idler I am, it's six PM
I want to sleep, I want to eat
The idler I am, bread, cheese and ham
Watching TV cause I'm a grown man
The idler I am, it's six PM
I want to sleep, I want to eat
The idler I am, bread, cheese and ham
Watching TV cause I'm a grown man
My life is sad, my mood is bad
And all I need is a soft bed
Days were days, nights were nights
I realise that I have no rights
The idler I am, it's six PM
I want to sleep, I want to eat
The idler I am, bread, cheese and ham
Watching TV cause I'm a grown man
