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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Osler
Michael Osler
Songwriter
Chris Hamilton
Chris Hamilton
Songwriter
Joe McGrath
Joe McGrath
Songwriter

Lyrics

God Dammit, this alarm clock sucks
Gotta force myself up, gotta earn some bucks
This routine is driving me nuts
Gotta punch clock-in like I give a fuck
Uncle Sam never introduced himself to me properly
Make a mockery of gears
Throw a wrench in private property
As I daydream to the noon hour
Hope the mayo didn't spoil my sandwich
In my brown bag of power
It ain't cool slavin' this 9 to 5
Puttin' food in my belly, hope to stay alive
How can a man survive
When he's robotic in the mindset
Rather climb to the rafters
And take a nose-dive into this pit of metal shit
And assembly line of mindless time
And every single day at sunset
I wring my shirt sweat into a glass and drink it
That's what I get
Getting filthy and muddy
Aw damn this work is ugly
Gettting sweaty and bloody
Just laugh cuz it's funny
Bust ass cuz of money
Must last cuz I'm hungry
Blame laid on me? Just pass it to my buddy
Workin' 9-to-the-5, gotta get my work on
Slurpin' wine with the guys
I gotta get my swerve on
Mumble shit to my boss
Grippin' my punch card
On automatic pilot with visions of lunch yard
Workin' like a dog on the assembly
Last day here you'll remember me
Gonna clock out with my cock out
Fire more people so I can piss on'm when my jock's out
Ka-boom bam
Gotta pay the man
Say God damn
Gotta pay the man
Give a big wet kiss to your Uncle Sam
I know what this is, and I know who I am
(Take a stand)
Dirt work, dirt work, dirt work
Has got me feelin' dirty
Dirt work, dirt work, dirt work
And now my face ain't pretty
Dirt work, dirt work, dirt work
All this coffee's got me jerky
Abused through it, I'm used to it
Pain don't work when you work for dirt
I'm diggin' ditches all day shit rolls down hill,
Hits me, I'm workin' a landfill
Corporate office, cubical blame game
I ain't takin' shit, no more man
Gimme your wallet and gimme your suit too
Give me the keys to your Jaguar Coup
Oooh ... and now I'm drivin' big
You corporate motherfuckin' slob ya damn pig
Rippin' me off, ain't payin' me shit
Went to school for four years for this shit
Fuck that, I've got this gun
So you can give me your riches and run bitch, run
Ka-boom bam
It's dirt work
Say God damn
It's dirty work
Gotta pay the man
It's dirt work
Dirt work, dirt work, dirt work
Has got me feelin' dirty
Dirt work, dirt work, dirt work
And now my face ain't pretty
Dirt work, dirt work, dirt work
All this coffee's got me jerky
Abused through it, I'm used to it
Pain don't work when you work for dirt
Dirt work, dirt work, dirt work
And now my face ain't pretty
Dirt work, dirt work, dirt work
All this coffee's got me jerky
Abused through it, I'm used to it
Pain don't work when you work for dirt
Abused through it, I'm used to it
Pain don't work when you work for dirt
Abused through it, I'm used to it
Pain don't work when you work for dirt
Yabba dabba do
Written by: Chris Hamilton, Joe McGrath, Michael Osler
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