Enslavement Blues — текст песни (The International Noise Conspiracy)

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 were not losing our minds
I`m enslaved by the living space
by the walls, roofs 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 not dying here
And I wish that you would come here
And tell me that we`re not dying here
I`m sure that we all want to blow
And I said thats 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 blow
I`m enslaved by the weekdays
By their names Monday and Friday
I`m enslaved by the words we say
Every little sentence turns me into a slave
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 sure that we all want to blow
And I said thats what we ought to do
I`m sure that we all want to change it all
Thats why I`m coming to you
I`m sure that we all want to know
I`m sure you all want to blow
I`m a slave