This Kind of Living

Well, I spend my life on 25, as dictated by the man

I never grew up dreaming of being a company man

But here I sit stuck with a mortgage, three children and a five-piece band

This kind of living ain't no way to make a living the way that I am

Well, I wake up every morning, it takes a pot of coffee to get me out of bed

I head on down to the workplace, thinking I'd be better off dead

But just about every other Friday, I get the paycheck they hang over my head

This kind of living ain't no way to make a living the way that I am

Naw, this kind of living ain't no way to make a living no how, anyhow

Like my papa told me son, "You gotta do what you love," I wish that he could see me now

'Cause here I sit stuck with a mortgage, three children and a five-piece band