| Song | I Wish That They'd Sack Me |
| Artist | Chumbawamba |
| Album | The Boy Bands Have Won |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Chumbawamba, Traditional | |
| Six in the morning don't want to wake | |
| Sun laying low and the world sleeping late | |
| Hate like the river runs heavy and deep | |
| Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep | |
| Five days from seven the week's hardly mine | |
| The alarm clock's gone over to enemy lines | |
| Waste my time working for cowards and creeps | |
| Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep | |
| Rain strikes the window heralds the day | |
| Rain won't you wash these eight hours away? | |
| Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep | |
| Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep | |
| Birds at my window sing in the dawn | |
| By the time that I'm home all this day will be gone | |
| Spend my life sowing what others will reap | |
| Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep | |
| Rain strikes the window heralds the day | |
| Rain won't you wash these eight hours away? | |
| Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep | |
| Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep |
| zuo qu : Chumbawamba, Traditional | |
| Six in the morning don' t want to wake | |
| Sun laying low and the world sleeping late | |
| Hate like the river runs heavy and deep | |
| Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
| Five days from seven the week' s hardly mine | |
| The alarm clock' s gone over to enemy lines | |
| Waste my time working for cowards and creeps | |
| Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
| Rain strikes the window heralds the day | |
| Rain won' t you wash these eight hours away? | |
| Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep | |
| Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
| Birds at my window sing in the dawn | |
| By the time that I' m home all this day will be gone | |
| Spend my life sowing what others will reap | |
| Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
| Rain strikes the window heralds the day | |
| Rain won' t you wash these eight hours away? | |
| Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep | |
| Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep |
| zuò qǔ : Chumbawamba, Traditional | |
| Six in the morning don' t want to wake | |
| Sun laying low and the world sleeping late | |
| Hate like the river runs heavy and deep | |
| Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
| Five days from seven the week' s hardly mine | |
| The alarm clock' s gone over to enemy lines | |
| Waste my time working for cowards and creeps | |
| Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
| Rain strikes the window heralds the day | |
| Rain won' t you wash these eight hours away? | |
| Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep | |
| Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
| Birds at my window sing in the dawn | |
| By the time that I' m home all this day will be gone | |
| Spend my life sowing what others will reap | |
| Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep | |
| Rain strikes the window heralds the day | |
| Rain won' t you wash these eight hours away? | |
| Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep | |
| Oh I wish that they' d sack me and leave me to sleep |