It Pays Lyrics

Ma feet are bleeding

My hands are cut and blistered

Dirty scratches down my face

It's how I know I'm trying

Tired, I'm aching and I'm sore

I go to sleep to work a little more

Wasting all my life away

Fed up with this mental slavery

What chance do I have?

The will to live is hard enough

Without the need to graft

When I get paid

I'm going to sort my life out

Tell myself the same lie every time

Dead when I come home at night

Fill all my days off with weed and wine

I'm too fucked up to admit

I'm so scared so I will just submit

Some say I should count my luck

But I don't give a fuck am fuckin shattered

What chance do I possess?

I need time off, I need some time to rest

What chance still exists?

I will never quit

I'll die on my last shift

Oh, it pays

Oh, it pays

It pays the bills and my bad habits

Should be glad I even have it

It pays

Oh, it pays

It pays for me to be the only person I can be

It pays