10.50, 3 minutes till, till 11 I don't want the alarm again

9.30, 3 minutes till, on the way to work, not smiling




I know time to go and punch my card in

Today, just another day at eleven

Got to help, so much to tidy up, Too Much Too Soon



I want a day, where I don't have to get up

Sometimes I'm sick of being in a rut

I want a day, where I don't have to go to work

This low life job makes me feel like a jerk



So dirty, burnt fingers to the bone

Not fair to be left in this job all alone

No help, no credit for making sure this

Evil machine doesn't stop



Am I going to spend every day of my life Living this way NO WAY!

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