Old Man Luedecke
Текст песни I Quit My Job

Oh bright minds of poverty
Hold on to your heart won liberties
And discard your store-bought realities

Don't let them take the joy that you make
On your own

Work when you need to maybe
Don't let 'em bleed you baby
They do nothing more than feed you lady

Don't let them take the joy that you make
On your own

Don't fuss, don't fight it no
Take that wrong and right it ho
Can always live on rice and potatoes
Take your heart's candle and relight it

I quit my job
I'm free today

Should be proud of where I am
All my friends work their dreams with their hands
And truly this is the promised land

Don't kill yourself about making it
Just be takin it easy but be takin it
There's enough out there who are fakin it

Don't let them take the joy that you make
On your own