40 Hour Week lyrics

Do you ever get the feeling that you`ll never get ahead

Working for a slave wage and your social life is dead

Does it ever cross your mind, does your life feel incomplete

When you`re running like a dog in the 40 hour week



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And you try so hard to, try so hard, but you can`t keep up the pace

When the paycheck comes and the bills are due

You`re gonna fall right on your face



And you scream (and you scream) and you shout (and you shout)

But you`re stuck and you`ll never get out

Take me away anywhere but here

Take me away I need to get away



Do you ever wonder why, why your life has passed you by

You`re a slave to the code, working 9 to 5

The 40 hour fight for freedom has put you one foot in the grave

You`re no american dream, you`re the american slave



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From day in to day out, from one weekend to the next

You put that uniform on for the sake of a paycheck, and you

Pack your lunch, head straight for the routine, just to find yourself

Caught up, in a job that demeans you, to them you`re nothing,

But a money making cog, built to fuel the corporate greed

Of the corporate fucking slobs, whose pocket books

Are lined with me and you, just a working class song

About the red, white, black, and blue



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