Enslavement Blues

I’m enslaved by the weekdays

By their names Monday and Friday

I’m enslaved by the things we say

And everywhere I go a little secret

And I wish that you would come here and tell me that we’re all doing fine

And I wish that you would come here and tell me that we’re not losing our minds

I’m enslaved by the living space

By the roofs, the walls and the working place

I’m enslaved by the games we play

No matter what I do I will still sell myself

And I wish that you would come here and tell me that we’re all doing fine

And I wish that you would come here and tell me that we’re not loosing our minds

I’m sure that we all want to blow

And I said that’s what we ought to do

I’m sure that we all want to change it all

That’s why I’m coming to you

I’m sure that you all want to know

I’m sure you all want to know

I’m enslaved by the weekdays

By their names Monday and Friday

I’m enslaved by the words we say and every little sentence turns me into a slave

And I wish that you would come here and tell me that were all dying in here

And I wish that you would come here and tell me that were all dying

I’m a slave

I’m sure that we all want to blow

And I said that’s what we ought to do

I’m sure that we all want to change it all

That’s why I’m coming to you

I’m sure that you all want to know

I’m sure you all want to know

I’m a slave