Work

Everyday it rings through my head
“Why am I going to work again?”
Work real hard to afford nice things
Never have time to enjoy those things

Everyday the cycle repeats
Endless amounts for suffering
Money in my bank account
For four hours for sleep and sound

Everyday it rings through my head
“This fucking bullshit will never end!”
Contemplates my sovereignty
This will be the end of me

I can afford a brand new car
Never have time to drive very far
This could be the end of me
This will bе all I see

In this endless cycle, that’s callеd life
It fucking sucks and it never ends
I’ve got a broken job, and a couple of friends
But it pays the bills

Everyday it rings through my head
“Why am I going to work again?”
Work real hard to afford nice things
Never have time to enjoy those things

Everyday the cycle repeats
Endless amounts for suffering
Money in my bank account
For four hours for sleep and sound

Everyday it rings through my head
“This fucking bullshit will never end!”
Contemplates my sovereignty
This will be the end of me

In this endless cycle of constant work
It can destroy almost any man
You can try to hide it, and claim you’re tough
But deep down you’ve lost

You don’t have be lazy to be worn
With only two hours of sleep ahead of you
The ultimate sacrifice of any worker is who you actually are

Now, let the alcohol numb you, just like eighty-six percent of the United States