Record Store — текст песни (Buck-0-nine)

workaholic, what it be?
heard, you`re workin` eleven days a week
i used to know just where you`re coming from
i used to know but with that i`m done
i got a job at a record store
i`m three days a week, no more than four
sometimes you got to take a look around
sometimes you got to slow things down
i`m looking out my bedroom window
you`re looking at your office wall
i`m walking around like marlon brando
you`re sitting down not walking around at all
don`t what you`re thinking
i don`t need no overtime
working at the record store
look at me i`m doing fine
i see you`re working on the weekends now
i guess mondays aren`t such a shock
i spend my time just sittin` around
i listen to that old punk rock
i take my time and never hurry
you use your time as best as you can
i`m acting like billy murry
your acting like your dead in the sand