seven on a monday morning. and it's a sunny day. it's just too hot to be working
but you've got to pay your way. so here i am sitting at the bus stop
wishing i was somewhere else
where i didn't have to work my rocks off
wishing i could please myself. ten hours a day i'm grafting
earn just enough to keep going
making cars i'll never buy. five days a week i'm giving
my time is clocking on. just two days left for living
wondering where my life has gone.