9 to 5
Havin to work a 9 to 5 is how most of us thrive, I hate it when everyone is so chipper, tellin me to have "Have a great day" is the biggest ripper.
We sit and work 8 hour days and hope the damn job pays, Yes oh yes,
we love our preset ways, always working our 9 to 5 days.
Walking through your homes front door with your feet all sore, you look around and realize "Man i'm still frickin poor.
Plop on the couch thinking "I wounder if it pays to be a slouch?"
Laughing at our swollen feet, I guess is our lucky treat.
We find humor in it all because it pays our rent afterall.
Turning our lights down as we get ready for tommorrows round.
At least when we sleep our only bosses are big fluffy sheep......
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