lyrics
The Taxman’s on my back but there’s no overtime.
The rut won’t snap, my life is wrapped in tired eyes.
I’ve gotta kill myself to stay alive.
My only salvation is down town Friday night.
It’s just another Monday morning,
another week chasing the pound.
It’s breaking my back and it’s bringing me down.
It feels like I’m carrying my gravestone on my shoulders.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! Another Monday morning,
another week chasing the pound.
It’s breaking my back but I’ll always be proud.
If we stand together they can never roll us over,
so raise your glass for the common foot soldiers.
I share the same wounds as my brothers in arms,
Still... we ain’t got no clue of what we’re fighting for.
But I won’t stop until the battle has been won,
and I’ll tell you why my day will come,
cos I bear the pride of my father’s son.
It’s just another Monday morning,
another week chasing the pound.
It’s breaking my back and it’s bringing me down.
It feels like I’m carrying my gravestone on my shoulders.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! Another Monday morning,
another week chasing the pound.
It’s breaking my back but I got you around.
As long you’re holding my hand I’m happy growing older,
so raise your glass for the common foot soldiers.
Raise your glass for the common foot soldiers.
Another Monday morning,
another week chasing the pound.
It’s breaking my back but I’ll always be proud.
If we stand together they can never roll us over,
so raise your glass for the common foot soldiers.
credits
from
National Service,
released April 15, 2010
McMahon: Lead Vocals and Backing Vocals.
Baughan: Lead Guitar, Rhythm Guitar and Bass Guitar.
Eaton: Drums.
Simon Paterson: Drum Programming & Filters, Vocoder and Granulator. Pete Z: Acoustic Piano, Fender Rhodes and MS20. Inder 'Goldfinger' Matharu: Ghatum. Russell Frisby: Backing Vocals. Fred & Frankie Furore: Sound Effects, Feedback Programming, Kitchen Sink and Backing Vocals. Strings arranged by Simon Paterson.
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