Your exhaustion follows you place to place
The working hours you count
Your shoes are bricks,tied with shoe lace
A homes air you feel and taste
A bed you imagine to mount
Your exhaustion follows you place to place
Bags under eyes and acne on your face
Sad at an empty account
Your shoes are bricks, tied with shoe lace
At work as much and many time you try to waste
Co workers you complain about
Your exhaustion follows you place to place
At last the final hour you face
A repeat tomorrow and you shout
Your exhaustion follows you place to place
Your shoes are bricks, tied with shoe lace