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!