[ Предположительная тональность: C ] D7 Now every morning at 7 o'clock, I get out of my bed and I step on the rock. And the chinese boss comes and says: "Keep still! Roll up your sleeve and give me that drill". Now you shoot up junk and what do you get! Another day older and deeper in debt! F C D7 No one got no fun! F C D7 Under this sun got no fun! I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine, I picked up my syringe and I walked to the line. If you see me comin' - better step aside, A lotta men didn't - a lotta men died! No one got no fun! Under this sun got no fun! It's a mighty hard road that my hands have hoed, My poor brain has traveled one polished barbiturate road, But I've been through this a hundred times before: Could someone tell me what I'm doing this for? Could someone tell me what I'm doing this for? No one got no fun! Under this sun got no fun!
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