Drudge Songtext
von Chaver

I will never obey the rules which they talked about in school
"Pushing your way through makes you a lucky man
Who falls on the ground, stays on the floor. No time to help you"


No way you get me into this
No competition prefer to stay a misfit
My energy is something that i won′t lend
I won't die with a pencil sewed on my fucking hand

I won′t die with a pencil sewed on my fucking hand

No competition, no greed, no compare
To live like a slave is not what i prefer
And if I drudge i do it for myself
I will never break this back for wealth