It's 8:25, I'm barely alive
And my pressed necktie is a noose
No doubt, all washed out
In the herd's din, my chin lost its trim
8:25 I'm standing in line
Huddled in arm with the day's only truth
At 4:59, they've spent my mind
I'll stumble back, slumped on a subway track
Slim fit suit
I know I'm just a wage slave
Wearing my noose
Begging for cut pay
I know I'm just a wage slave
It's 9:05, I've got no drive,
I shudder seeing the Supe's sadist grin
He watches us bicker, or even snitch
And they can can our a** like a holiday gift
Another temp job, lackey to a double boss
Punching a PC, another day lost
At 4:59, they've spent my mind
I'll stumble back, slumped on a subway track