10.50, 3 Minutes Till, Till 11 I Don't Want The Alarm Again



9.30, 3 Minutes Till, On The Way To Work, Not Smiling






I Know Time To Go And Punch My Card In



Today, Just Another Day At Eleven



Got To Help, So Much To Tidy Up, Too Much Too Soon




I Want A Day, Where I Don't Have To Get Up



Sometimes I'm Sick Of Being In A Rut



I Want A Day, Where I Don't Have To Go To Work



This Low Life Job Makes Me Feel Like A Jerk




So Dirty, Burnt Fingers To The Bone



Not Fair To Be Left In This Job All Alone



No Help, No Credit For Making This



Evil Machine Doesn't Stop



Am I Going To Spend Every Day Of My Life Living This Way NO WAY!