40 Hours Letra

Four Fingers

Custodians Of Light

Letra de 40 Hours
A nation built on credit
Makes a lot of sense
Why I’m fucked with debt
Living makes me stressed

I still have no idea who I think I am
I still have no idea who I think I am

Forced to accept these terms of agreement
Welcome to your life
40 hours a week is the new part time

I remember like it happened yesterday
Tearing through this fucking town like a shockwave
Being forced to grow up left me with regret
The American dream is fucking shit