About the song
This song was written 3 years ago, at a time when I was under way too much pressure in my day job.
A colleague of mine had also had a nervous breakdown, which was spotted when he cycled to work in the buff.
It was a story which caused great hilarity down the pub, but hid the cruel reality that
people were being over worked and not taken care of. It's the same the world over - workers taken for granted,
from the sweatshops in the far east, to large western coporations. It just ain't right.
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Lyrics
The pressure is too much, much too much
Everyone wants a piece of you and what you do
You're in a broken state, yet they pile it on your plate
Numb your mind and beat you black and blue
And when you're smashed like a ship against the rocks
Broke into a thousand pieces
And the precious goods you carried sink fast out of sight
They'll look for their next victim, it just ain't right.
No, it just ain't right
Everyone's in the running - the fateful race
The chase after profit and gain
They're chasin their buyers, they're chasin their suppliers
They're chasin every penny left to make
And when they get back home to their families
There'll be a lot more chasin' to do
Cos' they're leaving the office late at night
Home to a broken home, it just ain't right
No, it just ain't right
Well they're driving you, the boss drives them
The shares drive the boss and they're pushing his pen
Greed is the cog that turns the wheel around
Drives us off cliffs and grinds us down
And in our dreams, we all scream
"get us off of this merry-go-round"
But although we're shouting at the top of our voice
Noone hears a sound, it just ain't right.
No, it just ain't right.
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Notebook
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