Scott McMicken
Scott McMicken
Scott McMicken
Scott McMicken
Scott McMicken
Scott McMicken
Scott McMicken
Scott McMicken
Scott McMicken
Scott McMicken
Scott McMicken
Why's there always so much work to do?
Kicked around and tied up like a shoe
Well, have I bit off more than I can chew?
Why's there always so much work to do?
No time for you
No time for me
To take off
No time for you
No time for me
To take off
Take off
Take off
The day is over, let's turn out the lights
'Cause in the dark, the room looks out of sight
Well something's wrong, but maybe something's right
The day is over, let's turn out the lights
[Turn 'em out]
No time for you
No time for me
To take off
No time for you
No time for me
To take off
Take off
Take off