Tytuł: Maggie's Farm

• Wykonawca: Rage Against The Machine
• Wyświetleń: 261

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
  No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
  Well, I wake up in the morning
  Fold my hands and pray for rain.
  I got a head full of ideas
  That are drivin' me insane
  It's a shame
  the way she makes me
  scrub the floor
  I ain't gonna work on, nah
  I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
  I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
  nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
  Well, he hands you a nickel
  And he hands you a dime
  And he asks you with a grin
  If you're havin' a good time
  Then he fines you every time you slam the door
  I ain't gonna work for, nah
  I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
  
  I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
  No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
  Well, he puts his cigar
  Out in your face just for kicks
  His bedroom window
  It is made out of bricks
  The National Guard stands around his door
  I ain't gonna work, nah
  I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
  I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
  No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
  Well, she talks to all the servants
  About man and God and law
  And everybody says
  Shes the brains behind pa
  Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four
  I ain't gonna work for, nah
  I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
  
  I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
  No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
  Well I try my best
  To be just like I am
  But everybody wants you
  To be just like them
  They sing while they slave and just get bored
  I ain't gonna work on, nah
  I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more