everyday
By dlb
Everyday the nine to five Makes me feel so sick inside Toiling for some neurotic fool Adding on his busy machine The blood I've bled, the sweat I've shed Making money I have never seen Misery loves company You don't get anything for free Put the grist to the mill Work my fingers to the bone So he can go back to his place, fold his hands and pray for grace While I push forward on my own No matter how tired I am, I can never give in Or else the fat man on the golf course wins It's up to you to right what's wrong To break the chain, pull out the knife Begin to open up your eyes, try not to believe the lies And you will give me back my life Written April 7th, 1999 © on Nov 12 2001 01:59 PM PST 0 • 12
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"Everyday the nine to five..."