Наив - Drug Song

D7

Now every morning at 7 o'clock,

I get out of my bed and I step on the rock.

And 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!

Another day older and deeper in debt!

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   No one got no fun!

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   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,

A lotta men didn't - a lotta men died!

   No one got no fun!

   Under this sun got no fun!

It's a mighty hard road that my hands have hoed,

My poor brain has traveled one polished barbiturate road,

But I've been through this a hundred times before:

Could someone tell me what I'm doing this for?

Could someone tell me what I'm doing this for?

   No one got no fun!

   Under this sun got no fun!