Текст песни Disgruntled

Working your ass off every single day Waiting for a pay cheque just to pay your way A selfish boss with no money to spare Watches you live in poverty you know he doesn't care Disgruntled Disgruntled Rain or snow, wind or hail the postman's decree Another day another dollar living ain't for free Revenge and anger is your driving force A gun in hand seems the only recourse Rat race to nowhere, just to make a buck Garbage can dinner on the street and out of luck Broken dreams, broken home all because of money Land of opportunity is not all milk and honey When revenge and anger is your driving force Then a gun to your head is the only recourse