"In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall
The winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around it
In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
The jails are made of tin.
And you can walk right out again,
As soon as you are in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I'm bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains."

If you hate your job, then you gotta guit,

SAVAGE CIRCLE

- How are you feeling?
- I'm having a ball. Scrapping and yelling and mixing it up. Loving every minute with this damn crew.

FUCK OFF DÅ

hata folktandvården, älska potatis

Känns ovanligt optimistiskt på jobbfronten. När jag väl får en lön när jag väl fått ett jobb ska jag köpa jeans, nya hörlurar som inte är dom billigaste, massa mat, skor att träna och springa i, boka en tatueringstid, säkert's första skiva, gymklippkort, böcker, vårskor, ananas, ett xbox och en ny rakhyvel.


Eller kanske spara alla pengarna tills nästa gång jag är såhär fattig...

Now, I been lookin for a job, but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't
Get caught on the wrong side of that line

PUSS