Foolsway

You stand up every morning five o'clock

Every day bathroom, breakfast, cardrive to workplace

Every movement again and again

Than you work at the same machine as it has been for

thirty long years

For your son he shall live better but he give a fuck to

your fears

Heel is comin' true right now

Every way every day cry out

Live to work work to live do it

Senseless live every day no

Maybe that your life is not so easy, maybe that your life

is not so good

Who's to blame and what is the reason dyin' fire in your

dyin' blood

Please don't say that you have no solution and don't say

you do what must be done

All these waisted years without protection let this old

man die when he is alone

You look back every evening in your cold bed every night

Old man poor man life in a hard place being alone every

way