Going grey
On holiday
And seeing no end
To the stay
Nothing aches
Like a mistake
And time on your hands
To rehearse it again
With brand new blood so average
And diverting thoughts all solved for us
What we crave is a new wave
We are sirens all
Calling out
Hey you laborers
Down on God's green earth
Come and take your place with us
Everybody does
It's hard to tell
That ne'er do well
Paints pretty pictures of prison cells
Sweep and dust
You can't fool us
We've heard it before
Echoing
Hey you laborers
Down on God's green earth
Come and take your place with us
Now everybody
Say sayonara to the bad times
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Say sayonara to the bad times
Say how are ya to the good times
Say sayonara to the bad times
Say how are ya to the good times
Say sayonara to the bad times
Say how are ya to the good times
Say sayonara to the bad times
Say how are ya to the good times
Say sayonara to the bad times
Say how are ya to the good times