Widow's Weed Songtext
von Laika

Waitin′ till my dying day
That's when I pack these tired blues away
That′s when I go to lay down in my grave
That'll be my dying day
Wondering what I'm working for
Ain′t gonna be a low down dog no more
Ain′t gonna bleach and scrub your kitchen floor
I wonder what I'm working for
Making tiny people shoes
Didn′t have the right to pick and choose
Didn't know the freedom I would lose
Making tiny people shoes


Working dozen to the nine
Feels like I′m just serving time
Waiting in this goddamned line
Hell or heaven, I'll be fine
Cooking muffins in the pan
That′s the way life's dealt my hand
That'll be my living last demand
To get something from this land
Playing ′round the toes of time
Waiting for the spark that′ll free my mind
That'll put unhappiness behind
Just looking for an exit sign