Working nine to nine
Ironing with starch
Walking in a line (in a line)
Silly trivial march
I'm driving on the motorway
As slow as it gets on my way home
I drive like everybody else
I'm a number in a box
Nine to nine
Same thing day in, day out
Another hard day's night
What even is this kind of life? (it's your life)
Working for the man
I'm driving on the motorway
As slow as it gets on my way home
I drive like everybody else
I'm a number in a box
The day will come when I'm truly free
To leave this wave in the past and just be me
Have the courage and the power
To live in the moment, here and now
Working nine to nine
Walking in a line
Looking for a sign
I'm done biding my time
I'm the path of least resistance
And I came to take the stage
I'm the bane of your existence
If you put me in a cage
Couldn't make it any simpler
What is worth a living wage?
Are we reading the same page?
