Rob Crow - Overtime lyrics

Oh yeah it's really frightening To think someone owns everything (Oh Wee Oh) We got your savior in our pocket (Oh Wee Oh) We got your savior in our pocket Try to make sure that no one could ever own a little piece of me (Oh Wee Oh) We got your savior in our pocket Who owns what and what does one say they can truly own? I know it's an illusion, but try to tell the landlord of my home A tiny little box is all and you're that I know can handle Try to raise a kid in there an use the room that's like an angle Trying to thin us out some kind of genocide among the cla**es Hoping we'll all k** each other 'til a generation pa**es That's if we can find the time between the kids and work And sleep and working at some sh**ty job with no Respect, but lots of f**ing overtime, and then to bed [Chorus] Stay up too late, you'll never Get up in time for work So go to sleep and try To dream of k**ing your boss [Chorus X2]