Nine to Five

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