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This Ain't No Picnic Lyrics: Working on the edge / Losing my self-respect / For a man who presides over me / The principles of his creed / Punch in, punch out / Eight hours, five days /...
This ain't no picnic. Hey mister don't look down on me. for what I believe. I got my bills and the rent. I should pitch a tent. but our land isn't free. so I’ll work my youth away. in the place of a machine. I refuse to be a slave. This ain't no picnic. Edit Lyrics. Lyrics submitted by shadowwiththeeyes, edited by stewjas. Add Your Thoughts. 7.
This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic Hey mister don't look down on me For what I believe I got my bills and the rent I should be content But our land isn't free So I'll work my youth away In the place of a machine I refuse to be a slave This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic ...
The repeated refrain, “This ain’t no picnic,” serves as a powerful reminder that life can be tough and demanding, and that the everyday struggles faced by individuals should not be undermined or brushed aside. It’s a call to acknowledge the hardships faced by others and to not look down on them for their beliefs or circumstances.
The principles of his creed. Punch in punch out, 8 hours, 5 days a week. Sweat, pain and agony, on Friday I'll get paid. This ain't no picnic. Hey mister, don't look down on me for what I believe. I got my bills and the rent, I should go pitch a tent. But our land isn't free.
This ain't no picnic Hey mister, don't look down on me for what I believe I got my bills and the rent, I should go pitch a tent But our land isn't free So I'll work my youth away in the place of a machine I refuse to be a slave This ain't no picnic