10.50, 3 minutes till, till 11 I don't want the alarm again

9.30, 3 minutes till, on the way to work, not smiling



I know time to go and punch my card in

Today, just another day at eleven

Got to help, so much to tidy up, too much too soon



I want a day, where I don't have to get up

Sometimes I'm sick of being in a rut

I want a day, where I don't have to go to work

This low life job makes me feel like a jerk



So dirty, burnt fingers to the bone

Not fair to be left in this job all alone

No help, no credit for making this

Evil machine doesn't stop

Am I going to spend every day of my life Living this way NO WAY!