| I wake up every day at a quarter to six
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| I manage to shave, sometimes eat,
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| And to work, to work!
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| At this time, I am very much like an idiot.
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| Dirty working class caps
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| Opened the gate and the gray mass
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| Stream on beep.
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| You know, it's probably rock after all!
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| We give the country metal,
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| We give the country metal,
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| We give the country metal,
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| Yes, we give the country metal,
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| But if you knew, Klava, how tired I am!
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| I live like a mole in a communal apartment,
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| I return from work with port wine at four,
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| Loneliness, loneliness
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| From boredom and longing, you just want to shoot yourself!
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| When I drink I hate myself
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| But to hold on, you are missing,
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| Claudia! |
| Oh Klava!
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| I am no longer happy with the overfulfillment of the plan!
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| We give the country metal,
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| We give the country metal,
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| We give the country metal,
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| Yes, we give the country metal,
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| But if you knew, Klava, how tired I am!
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| Five years in four years!
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| In three shifts with two hands!
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| And for one salary! |
| - You're not very happy
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| But we will rebuild everything. |
| Death to capitalism!
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| We give the country metal,
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| We give the country metal,
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| We give the country metal,
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| Yes, we give the country metal,
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| We give to the country, we give! |