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Matchbox 20 lyrics : "Disease"

Say you wouldn't sell your soul
but you already have
for a few bucks an hour

your life is up for grabs

you're doing %#@! that you hate

nearly every single day
you don't mind getting bossed around
as long as you get paid


[x2]
Work, work, work you dog

work you $#&@ing dog
Work, work, work you dog
be happy you got a job


what's my time really worth
I'm dividing up my life

I'll sell it to you by the hour
and for discount price


there's simply no resisting
you'll do it till you die
because its an endless cycle

of getting paid and getting by

[x2]

Work, work, work you dog
work you $#&@ing dog
Work, work, work you dog

be happy you got a job

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