One more hour to go today
Then 14 left till I come back
And 8 of those
I’ll sleep away
Leaves me 6 to relax and enjoy
Such is the life of the hourly worker
Everything’s divided to hours on a clock
And dollars on the paycheck
Twice a month
And we’ll never be out of here
Off white walls
This black desk top
Or the coffee stained carpet
Of the break room floor
It’s all I see day in and year out
A never ending cycle of nothing
And it’s killing me.
It’s tearing my soul out through my eyes
And the life from my heart
I don’t want to die here
Shut down the circuitry
Lights off
Zipper up
Walk out into
The rain
To drive the same roads
That lead me back to here

Lyrics submitted by renegade

7:17 Thursday song meanings
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