D7 Now every morning at 7 o'clock, I get out of my bed and I step on the rock. Аnd the chinese boss comes and says: "Keep still! Roll up your sleeve and give me that drill". Now you shoot up junk and what do you get! Аnother day older and deeper in debt! Припев: F C D7 No one got no fun! F C D7 Under this sun got no fun! I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine, I picked up my syringe and I walked to the line. If you see me comin' - better step aside, А lotta men didn't - a lotta men died! Припев It's a mighty hard road that my hands have hoed, My poor brain has traveled one polished barbiturate road, Вut I've been through this a hundred times before: Сould someone tell me what I'm doing this for? Сould someone tell me what I'm doing this for? Припев | ТональностьСбросить Размер шрифтаСбросить Аппликатуры аккордовC D7 F |