Ode To You

This is an ode to you, hate your job but the house needs food You wanna quit, you wanna kill but the rent is due Push on through, hold on tight, fight the fight There's a hand on your throat and it's holding tight 9 to 5, jy try, jy druk, jy hou styf vas But you work for a boss and you hate his guts Jy voel stuck, maar onthou, ek's hier vir jou Whether jy numbers punch of jy huise bou Yster klou, days too long, nights too short You just went to sleep, then you're back at work If you're up at night or you're up at dawn Whether you're sweeping streets or you're mowing lawns Whether jy meetings het of jy parties hou Whether jy suits aantrek of jy klere vou Whether you're washing cars or washing clothes This is an ode to all the working class heroes Bambe-zela, zela Bambe-zela, ohhhhohhh