Wheels keep turning grinding grain all day
Sunrise to sunset no time to play
Mr. Fudd loves overtime that's his way
But we're burning out we just fade away
Weekends come and go we're still here
Long weekends are dreams that disappear
Day by day the cycle's clear
Chasing peace just beyond near
Grinding down in the flour mill
Dreaming of a time we can stand still
Mr. Fudd's pockets always full
While our spirits take the constant pull
Early mornings into nights so late
Never see the dawn just face our fate
While he counts the overtime we hate
We long for a moment where we vacate
Hands are calloused hearts are tough
Life in the mill it's more than rough
Hoping for a break but it's never enough
We're just drifting through this grinding stuff
Grinding down in the flour mill
Dreaming of a time we can stand still
Mr. Fudd's pockets always full
While our spirits take the constant pull
KC Armando - Too Much OT (Except for Mr. Fudd) (feat. Alvinaya/Ivanor) Lyrics
KC Armando - Too Much OT (Except for Mr. Fudd) (feat. Alvinaya/Ivanor) Lyrics
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Wheels keep turning grinding grain all day
Sunrise to sunset no time to play
Mr. Fudd loves overtime that's his way
But we're burning out we just fade away
Weekends come and go we're still here
Long weekends are dreams that disappear
Day by day the cycle's clear
Chasing peace just beyond near
Grinding down in the flour mill
Dreaming of a time we can stand still
Mr. Fudd's pockets always full
While our spirits take the constant pull
Early mornings into nights so late
Never see the dawn just face our fate
While he counts the overtime we hate
We long for a moment where we vacate
Hands are calloused hearts are tough
Life in the mill it's more than rough
Hoping for a break but it's never enough
We're just drifting through this grinding stuff
Grinding down in the flour mill
Dreaming of a time we can stand still
Mr. Fudd's pockets always full
While our spirits take the constant pull
Sunrise to sunset no time to play
Mr. Fudd loves overtime that's his way
But we're burning out we just fade away
Weekends come and go we're still here
Long weekends are dreams that disappear
Day by day the cycle's clear
Chasing peace just beyond near
Grinding down in the flour mill
Dreaming of a time we can stand still
Mr. Fudd's pockets always full
While our spirits take the constant pull
Early mornings into nights so late
Never see the dawn just face our fate
While he counts the overtime we hate
We long for a moment where we vacate
Hands are calloused hearts are tough
Life in the mill it's more than rough
Hoping for a break but it's never enough
We're just drifting through this grinding stuff
Grinding down in the flour mill
Dreaming of a time we can stand still
Mr. Fudd's pockets always full
While our spirits take the constant pull
Writer: Ivanor Comptain, Kenneth Curle, Alvinaya Comptain
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: KC Armando
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Ivanor Comptain, Kenneth Curle, Alvinaya Comptain