Hard Work Songtext
von Polution

I wake up in the morning after Friday night
I′m meeting my friends the eyes still bright
We're not really sober hanging around
We feel like a fucking, bloody dead hound

We take the guitars and the other trash
And drive to the show we′re having tonight
The club where we playing is dirty and small
And the owner of this house ain't possible to call


Hard time, hard words
Bad air, but good rock
That's my dream, that′s my job
Hard time, hard words
Bad air, but good rock
That′s my dream, that's my job
I love this hard work, thank you god

The atmosphere between the crowd is quite down
We′re playing the songs fast and loud
Finally we are so happy the concert is finished
The day's been hard but it has not been a rubbish

Hard time, hard words
Bad air, sweaty shirts

Hard time, hard words
Bad air, sweaty shirts


Hard time, hard words
Bad air, but good rock
That′s my dream, that's my job
Hard time, hard words
Bad air, but good rock
That′s my dream, that's my job
I love this hard work, thank you god