Lower Than Atlantis - Working for the Man By Day, Sticking It to the Man by Night текст песни

I've been working this steady job
For a week long.
With the nine to fivers
Where I don't belong.
It's a means to an end
And it's not permanent.
When the night comes
I start my shift in entertainment.

The clock strikes five
And there's no doubt
That the working day is over
And I'm worn out.

Minimum wage is a maximum pain
But it often typically comes with the trade.
Labouring is a drag
But it gives me the skills
To tour in van
But I still pay my bills.
As you walk through the valley
Of the shadow of shit
You'll be amazed what you could get
If you work hard for it.

I've been working
This steady job
With the nine to fivers
Where I don't belong
I think I know
That the bottom of the ocean
Ain't too long
To start a punk rock revolution
In this disco!

And I say:
"Hey! Hey!
Wait a sec,
You're in my way!
Move!"

If my stories are similar to yours in any way,
Working for the man is a slave to low pay.
Just know you're not alone, I know how you feel.
You're expression is yours and no one can steal.
If you struggle to get by, to make ends meet.
Feeling unimportant or obsolete.
Just remember the message and the words of this song.
I'm the man in your head so sing along.

I've been working
This steady job
With the nine to fivers
Where I don't belong
I think I know
That the bottom of the ocean
Ain't too long
To start a punk rock revolution
In this disco!

And I say:
"Hey! Hey!
Wait a sec,
You're in my way!"