*Poor devils living a routine imprisoned
Fullfilling with all sentences
Convicted to unsuccessful
Wrapped up in themselves*
They are like faithful dogs
Lowering his head
When they receive a punishment
They don´t bite and don´t bark (x2)
Living by work and not for the life
*Living with a big stone on head
And beneath quicksand
They don´t know the peace
Not even the calmThis is a indefatigable ride *
Their lives flies in the office
They have no sense of time
´Gradually they lose self-confidence´ (x2)
They are caught in a spider's web
They lead a frustrated life
*First verse
*Chorus
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