Alanis Moreupset Lyrics

40 Hours a week well it doesn't seem like much

To the 168 that the week's made of

Until you consider that there are 56

In the sleep schedules that doctors recommend

So that's 72 hours to do what you want

If you're lucky enough to only have one job

'Cause we're born to die and we get

To live paycheck to paycheck

Making all this money for companies

That would happily replace us with unpaid machines

But don't bite the hand that feeds, 'cause that's how the saying goes

And they've got one hand in our pockets and the other on our throats

The supply and demand it demands we comply

Because every basic human need has been commodified

And so we're working for the weekend

To get fucked up with all our friends

But if work is the reason that we drink and smoke

Why do we keep going back to pay to cope?

This fucked up cycle, well it really makes ya think

Isn't this a little ironic?

Don't you think? Don't you think?

Isn't it a little ironic?

Don't you think? Don't you think?

Isn't it a little ironic?

Ironic, ironic

I bet you don't think I know what that means

Isn't it a little ironic?

Ironic, ironic

I bet you don't think I know what that means

Well I know what it means, it's French Canadian

Something about rain on your wedding day

And if I had a nickel for every time I've heard

"this company's different, we're like family here"

I wouldn't need a fucking job anymore

I'd have enough money to actually retire

Because just like the families that we grew up with

Our work families are fucking abusive

So don't ask for a raise or think about calling off

Or they'll try and make you thank them for your time on the clock

Because we're born to cry and we get

To grow up and become more depressed

We're only worth as much as we can produce

And they don't pay us enough to afford rope for the noose

We're all just cogs in their machines

As replaceable as any other human being

You live, you learn

You love, you learn

You cry, you learn

You lose, your job

And now I'm here to remind you of the mess you left when you went away

It's not fair to deny them, the money you lost their company

Oughta know, oughta know; oughta know they'll fucking steal your soul

Oughta know, oughta know; every company is awful

Oughta know, oughta know; you, you oughta know

Oughta know, oughta know; you, you oughta know

And if another person tells me to get a real job

I'm gonna kick their ass then kill my boss and landlord