Nine to Five Lyrics

It's a crying awful shame when you're working everyday

Just busting your own ass making close to nothing pay

Then that old boss man walks in and spits in your eyes

You could grab the closest thing around and beat him within an inch of his life

But I know that you won't

You'll just keep on the grind, those nine to five blues they got you working until you die

Well the rich man gets richer while the poor man breaks his back

Working hard don't mean anything if your future's always black

They say that money can't buy everything, but then I'm not sure who's to blame

No happiness sure doesn't come cheap and neither does staying sane

And I'd be a whole lot happier with them zeros to my name

Oh, dollar sign, dollar sign, if not you then who's to blame

Well money's always got a way to go straight up to the top

And all the work you're doing is just filling another man's pot

So eventually you're gonna ask yourself what the hell am I doing here

Just filling the lining of another man's pockets with my own blood and tears

And is it all worth it, will this money keep me sane

Lord, I feel like I am losing at the world's most wicked game

Well the aches and pains just pile up while the money sets on the floor

And with every beat of sweat you're just moving closer to your Lord

Well it must be true what they say about that old nine to five

Not a single man's gotten rich from it, not a day in his life

And even though he knows he won't, he'll just keep on the grind

He knows nine to five blues, they got you working till you die

Well it's a working man's reward to dig his own grave

Hell, if he can afford to die anyway

Some call it living week to week, but I call that a scam

Nine to five's a life since some just seem to get stuck in

And Lord knows that I'm tired and I don't know where I've been

Broken down and beaten ragged on the trouble that I'm in