WORKING TILL WE DIE by soullight13

(Main Vocal - MALE smooth folk voice)

[Intro Hook — big beat, upbeat straight up first, bongo drums and tambourine, no vocals]

[Verse 1]
Wake up Monday, punch the clock,
Drag ourselves around the block.
Sell our time for someone else's gain,
Then do it all and do it again.

Forty hours, fifty more,
Still can't get ahead of the score.
"Work harder" is the favourite line,
Funny how the rich keep finding time.

[Chorus]
Working till we die? That's the deal,
But there's more to life than keeping it real.
Give me the sun, give me the sea,
Give me a board and a road running free.
Give me a day that belongs to me,
Salt on my skin and nowhere to be.
Maybe we're waking, starting to see...
Maybe being alive is what freedom should be.

(Verse)
Working till we die, that's the deal,
Keep the wheels turning, keep the profits real.
Work all week, then pay all month,
Keep the whole damn engine running up front.
They say, "One day you'll finally be free,"
When the calendar says seventy-three.
Retire just in time to make your plan...
Then wonder where the hell your younger years ran.

[Vèrse]
Keep consuming, keep chasing the dream,
Keep spending money on things we don't need.
The more we earn, the more they can take,
Funny little system they managed to make.

[Bridge]
What if life wasn't measured in pay?
What if tomorrow wasn't another workday?
What if enough could be all that we need,
What if we stopped being slaves to our greed?

[Outro]
The clock keeps ticking, the years roll by,
Funny how nobody gets out alive.
So while we're here and we've got some time,
Let's chase the sun and leave the grind behind.

Sun on our backs, surf rolling free...
That's the life that makes sense to me.

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(Main Vocal - MALE smooth folk voice) [Intro Hook — big beat, upbeat straight up first, bongo drums and tambourine, no vocals] [Verse 1] Wake up Monday, punch the clock, Drag ourselves around the block. Sell our time for someone else's gain, Then do it all and do it again. Forty hours, fifty more, Still can't get ahead of the score. "Work harder" is the favourite line, Funny how the rich keep finding time. [Chorus] Working till we die? That's the deal, But there's more to life than keeping it real. Give me the sun, give me the sea, Give me a board and a road running free. Give me a day that belongs to me, Salt on my skin and nowhere to be. Maybe we're waking, starting to see... Maybe being alive is what freedom should be. (Verse) Working till we die, that's the deal, Keep the wheels turning, keep the profits real. Work all week, then pay all month, Keep the whole damn engine running up front. They say, "One day you'll finally be free," When the calendar says seventy-three. Retire just in time to make your plan... Then wonder where the hell your younger years ran. [Chorus] Working till we die? That's the deal, But there's more to life than keeping it real. Give me the sun, give me the sea, Give me a board and a road running free. Give me a day that belongs to me, Salt on my skin and nowhere to be. Maybe we're waking, starting to see... Maybe being alive is what freedom should be. [Vèrse] Keep consuming, keep chasing the dream, Keep spending money on things we don't need. The more we earn, the more they can take, Funny little system they managed to make. [Chorus] Working till we die? That's the deal, But there's more to life than keeping it real. Give me the sun, give me the sea, Give me a board and a road running free. Give me a day that belongs to me, Salt on my skin and nowhere to be. Maybe we're waking, starting to see... Maybe being alive is what freedom should be. [Bridge] What if life wasn't measured in pay? What if tomorrow wasn't another workday? What if enough could be all that we need, What if we stopped being slaves to our greed? [Chorus] Working till we die? That's the deal, But there's more to life than keeping it real. Give me the sun, give me the sea, Give me a board and a road running free. Give me a day that belongs to me, Salt on my skin and nowhere to be. Maybe we're waking, starting to see... Maybe being alive is what freedom should be. [Outro] The clock keeps ticking, the years roll by, Funny how nobody gets out alive. So while we're here and we've got some time, Let's chase the sun and leave the grind behind. Sun on our backs, surf rolling free... That's the life that makes sense to me.

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