Slavedriver

Lyrics for Slavedriver

I got no time for you time I got no time I got no time for you, Mr. Slavedriver You shout out your directions from the back of a coach You look just like a shriveled, overgrown cockroach You always act the same And if you had your way I'd work the hardest and you'd get the most A fraction of your loot would pay my yearly wage You ruin lives as easy as I turn a page I hate your mocking bray I hear it every day I've got about as much compassion for the Bubonic Plague Go away, Mr. Slavedriver Don't want no more Slavedriver