Working for Nothing: My Little Ditty for the Hard Core Unemployed

Where did that come from? It rocks.

Posted by clazy8 at June 11, 2010 8:09 AM

Kind of reminds me of Bob Dylan's song, "Like A Rolling Stone". Has the same punch.

Posted by Cilla Mitchell, galveston Texas at September 3, 2010 4:39 PM

Sad but unfortunately true and real.

Posted by Darrel @ Israel at September 4, 2010 3:41 AM

Story of my life: Contando Cacahuetes (Ziroq)

I have blisters on my fingers, I don't sleep, working late.
On the radio I only get the news in brief,
working late.
This could be the cause of my disease. This could be my death.
This double time is killing me. I might as well be
Contando cacahuetes,
Contando cacahuetes,
Contando cacahuetes,
Contando cacahuetes.

I get minimum for working maximum supply,
working late.
All my life insurers say my coverage is denied, working late.
This could be the promise of my feast.
This could be my death.
This lack of luxury is debt.
I might as well be
Contando cacahuetes,
Contando cacahuetes,
Contando cacahuetes,
Contando cacahuetes.

This could be the cause of my disease. This could be my death. This double time is killing me,
I might as well be
Contando cacahuetes
Contando cacahuetes
Contando cacahuetes
Contando cacahuetes

H/T to every 3rd shifter in America.

Posted by Jewel at September 5, 2010 12:00 PM