Slaves - Cut And Run Lyrics

You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
Put your feet up
You're looking unwell
Put your feet up
You're looking unwell
Cut and run
You're looking unwell
You're your father's son

He didn't learn from the error of his ways
And his days didn't count 'cause he was counting down his days
He didn't learn from the error of his ways
And his days didn't count 'cause he was counting down his days
He didn't learn from the error of his ways
And his days didn't count 'cause he was counting down his days
He didn't learn from the error of his ways
And his days didn't count 'cause he was counting down his days

You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
Put your feet up
You're looking unwell
Put your feet up
You're looking unwell
Cut and run
You're looking unwell
You're your father's son

He didn't learn from the error of his ways
And his days didn't count 'cause he was counting down his days
He didn't learn from the error of his ways
And his days didn't count 'cause he was counting down his days
He didn't learn from the error of his ways
And his days didn't count 'cause he was counting down his days
He didn't learn from the error of his ways
And his days didn't count 'cause he was counting down his days

All talk no action
All work no play
No satisfaction
But you'll have your day
All teeth no trousers
All work no play
No satisfaction
But you'll have your day

You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
Cut and run
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
You're your father's son
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
Cut and run
You're looking unwell
You're looking unwell
Cut and run