笨小笨Number with No Name歌词由Miroslav Zekic演唱，出自专辑《Number with No Name》，下面是《Number with No Name》完整版歌词！
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My brothers, some people get rich
Our mothers send their kids to fight wars
Our sisters take abuse from shop floors
Our fathers hang their heads in their hands
I work
Six long days every week
I work
Twelve long hours each day
I work
For this lousy little pay
I work
Brothers spill your blood for our sins
Mothers sleep alone in their beds
Our sisters sell their souls for the man
Our father's sleepless nights and crushed dreams
You work
Till you're dead on your feet
You work
Your life a way like a slave
You work
You're just a number with no name
You work
The rich getting richer
The poor are getting poorer
No future for the young
No hope for our old
Life is passing by
Our kids are leaving town
I know the reason why
There is no work to be found
My brothers
Some people get rich
Our mothers send their kids to fight wars
Our sisters take abuse from shop floors
Our fathers hang their heads in their hands
I work my fingers to the bone
I work, we can barely keep our homes
I work, watch my life goes slowly bye
I work
I work
I don't know how much longer I can take this abuse
I work
I just want to be home, no family life
I work
You have to be a strong man to deal with this
I work
Entire life we work enslaved
But at the end it's just an early grave
I quit
