Low Sun
Hermanos Gutiérrez
3:09There's a hole inside my pocket That I just can't seem to patch As I look for my last dollar on the floor At the end of every week, I count what's left inside my stash And I tell myself each time that there'll be more Tell me when I'll finally get a break 'Cause I don't know how much more I can take Buckle down, it's looking like another sleepless weekend Working till I break I know, the end will come And it could be soon, if I don't make some change Chained down by the graveyard shift And I work myself to the bone again Well I've, made a plan for my escape I'm starting fresh when they don't know my name They don't know my name There's a room inside the basement Where I keep a couple bucks And I'll use them if I'm ever running low But I know that there's a price if I'm to take more than I leave And the taxman will be sure, to let me know Tell me when I'll finally get a break 'Cause I don't know how much more I can take Buckle down, it's looking like another sleepless weekend Working till I break I know, the end will come And it could be soon, if I don't make some change Chained down by the graveyard shift And I work myself to the bone again Well I've, made a plan for my escape I'm starting fresh when they don't know my name There's a hole inside my pocket There's a hole inside my pocket There's a hole inside my pocket That I just can't seem to patch There's a hole inside my pocket That I just can't seem to patch Buckle down, it's looking like another sleepless weekend Working till I break I know, the end will come And it could be soon, if I don't make some change Chained down by the graveyard shift And I work myself to the bone again Well I've, made a plan for my escape I'm starting fresh when they don't know my name No, they don't know my name Oh, they don't know my name Oh, they don't know my name