Unemployed - Stand High Patrol
Written by:pupajim
Walking in the street
Tonight in a foggy downtown
Thinking about my sorrows
I'm feeling down
I lost my job today
And I am losing my mind tonight
My future is dark
And I see no light
How long
Am I gonna be with it
How long
Am I gonna be with it
Every day
Is a fight
Every day
I have to stand firm and strong
Bills pile up on the table
Of the living room
I don't know what to do
Tonight
Tonight
Every night
Is a nightmare
Every night
I have to stand firm and strong
How long
Am I gonna be with it
How long
Am I gonna be with it
I am lost
In this ya urban jungle
I am lost
In this ya dark night
Help me help me whoever you are
Please help me
Help me
Help me
Six o'clock on the Sunday morning
Laying in the smoky room
Six o'clock on the Sunday morning
Six o'clock on the Sunday morning
Laying in the smoky room
Six o'clock on the Sunday morning