I Want a Day

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 sure this Evil machine doesn't stop Am I going to spend every day of my life Living this way NO WAY!