within the pale white walls from 9-5

day after day i feel no more alive

than the stiff that lies the table before me

wake up too early to twist the key

stumble on over to the mr. coffee

pour myself a warm black existence

within the pale white walls from 9-5

day after day i feel so cold inside

like the stiff that lies the table before me

wake up too early to twist the key

stumble on over to the mr. coffee

pour myself a warm black existence

9-5 at the morgue

overtime for the corpse

hypnotized by the hum of the freezer

hypnotized by the look in your eyes

hypnotized by the pallad cadaver

hypnotized by the look in your eyes

the truth is harsher than you think

its the hair that fills the sink

or the wrinkles around your eyes

until your old and hypnotized

9-5, 9-5

die, draw flies

the end is closer than you think

so pour yourself another drink

and don't let it get to you

cause that's exactly what it will do

stich his lips, shut his eyes

9 to 5 at the morgue