40 Hour Week (Code)

Do you ever get the feeling that you'll never get ahead Working for a slave wage and your social life is dead Does it ever cross your mind, does your life feel incomplete When you're running like a dog in the 40 hour week And you try so hard to, try so hard, but you can't keep up the pace When the paycheck comes and the bills are due You're gonna fall right on your face And you scream (and you scream) and you shout (and you shout) But you're stuck and you'll never get out Take me away anywhere but here Take me away I need to get away Do you ever wonder why, why your life has passed you by You're a slave to the code, working 9 to 5 The 40 hour fight for freedom has put you one foot in the grave You're no American dream, you're the American slave From day in to day out, from one weekend to the next You put that uniform on for the sake of a paycheck, and you Pack your lunch, head straight for the routine, just to find yourself Caught up, in a job that demeans you, to them you're nothing, But a money making cog, built to fuel the corporate greed Of the corporate fucking slobs, whose pocket books Are lined with me and you, just a working class song About the red, white, black, and blue [Chorus]