Day after day i get on up
Slaving away just to make a buck
Working for the man, saving what i can
And that's not much, shit out of luck
Slaving away just to make a buck
Working for the man, saving what i can
And that's not much, shit out of luck
40 hours every week
Growing sour, looking bleak
Monotony is killing me
Every day it's the same thing
My motivation is wearing thin
It's time to hit the clock again
A never ending cycle until the day i die
A blue-collar disciple until the day i die
40 hours every week
Growing sour, looking bleak
Looking ahead i see
Much of the same for me
A depressing reality
It's not how i want it to be
I am hell bent for retirement
I am hell bent for retirement
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