Swing that hammer mop that floor

Everybody’s working for that dollar

Paycheck to paycheck

This noose around my neck

Sometimes I wish I was dead

There’s got to be something better than this rat race

I can’t keep up the pace

I drink myself off to bed wake up and do it again

Oh it’s just clock in clock out clock in again

When will this shift ever end?

Worker: Hey boss man can you give me a raise?

Boss: Hey, times are tough, you’re lucky you’re getting paid.

Worker: But I’ve been working here for over 20 years.

Boss: Shut up, back to work, did I make myself clear?

Worker: What about the tax can you cut me some slack?

Taxman: Actually it looks like you’re not getting a refund back and as a matter of fact, you owe a little bit more. I hope there wasn’t anything you were saving for.

Worker: Is this reality, how it’s supposed to be? All my energy, working for the dollar.

Paycheck to paycheck

This noose around my neck

Sometimes I wish I was dead

There’s got to be something better than this rat race

I can’t keep up the pace

I drink myself off to bed wake up and do it again

Oh it’s just clock in clock out, it’s always the same

When did I put on my these chains?

Oh was it from birth?

They started chipping away at my self worth

Oh or was it in church?

Over in Sunday fools or was it public school?

Where I learned the 4 food groups

False nutrition just to keep us slipping

Better buy what the preacher sells

Or else I will end up in hell

But if hell really does exist

It can’t be that much worse than this

Student: It’s recess please can I go out to play?

Teacher: You didn’t finish your work so you’ll have to stay

Student: But my brain is fried, can I go outside?

Teacher: He’s having trouble focusing and he’s falling behind.

Doctor: Tell me Dad, what are you feeding this boy?

Dad: McDonald’s every day, he likes the happy meal toy.

Doctor: I’ll prescribe him this pill, it’ll help him sit still.

Dad: What about the side effects? Will he change? Will he still be my little boy, my bundle of joy? Lost his innocence. The expense of the dollar.

Paycheck to paycheck

This noose around my neck

Sometimes I wish I was dead

There’s got to be something better than this rat race

I can’t keep up the pace

I drink myself off to bed wake up and do it again

Swing that hammer mop that floor

Everybody’s working for that dollar