Here all day just pressing a button waiting for clock to tick round to five

The thought of what I'll do tonight is barely keeping me alive

Fluorescent lights burning above my head trying to keep me awake

Thank goodness it's nearly time for the afternoon tea break

Living for the weekend is such a fucking bore

If only I could get out of this eight to five sweat store

The noise of the machinery is running through my brain

If it goes on much longer it'll drive me insane

The boss keeps looking over my shoulder checking up on me all the time

And I'm checking off the minutes until the time is mine

Living for the weekend is such a fucking bore

If only I could get out of this eight to five sweat store