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Panic Punch

de Upon Your Dead Body

Get up

Roll up your sleeves and strap on them boots
Clocking in and out it's the work week blues
Got mouths to feed and bills to pay
All work no play
Long days they're all the same
The fuckin boss don't even know my name
This 9-5
Gotta leave it behind
Or break your fucking back and keep your ass in line

Thin lines I'm walking all the time
Fuck these Deadlines leave em all behind

Hell yeah

All my worries are gone
With the music loud and the grills on
Hell yeah
Living for the weekend

Monday got me feeling slugged out
Tuesday and I'm already burnt out
Wednesday just the hump of the work week
Thursday Friday fuck outa my way
Work hard all week don't forget your Uncle Sam
And if your trying to catch a break say fuck the man

Hell yeah
All my worries are gone
With the music loud and the grills on
Hell yeah
Living for the weekend

Everybody needs a break sometimes
I need a break before I lose my mind
Everybody needs a bread sometimes
So gimme mine before I lose my fucking mind

Get up

Hell yeah
All my worries are gone
With the music loud and the grills on
Hell yeah
Living for the weekend

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