Lyrics

This place is a prison and these people aren't your friends Ain't no postal service when it's always sunday in your head Letters unsent, burnin' that candle at both ends In the breakroom ready to break... Halfway to broke halfway to broken down This job makes you nauseous, you try to hold it down And they will take every opportunity to comment on your luck Because in this economy you gotta be like bottom's up Even when you know it's poison, yo: you feelin' well? Like a body that's so hungry it begins to eat itself? Bootstraps so tight you can't admit to needin' help On the real feel like hell and you want it to all stop: Jackass manager makin' smalltalk Try to stay focused, you casually glance at your watch And see that you are halfway, to being halfway To being halfway done with half of half of your day Punch that clock 'til it bleeds It feels like they're tryin' to break us They tell you to follow your dreams But your alarm is going off, wake up All of my life i been lied to Just found out my boss makes 500 times what I do And still wants to cut my hours back To 39 and three quarters 'cause 40 gets you a health plan And I got a feelin' I'm a need it Losin' feelin' in my knees and my lower back And I'm going back trapped like a lower class clown Hold a rat down, so we kill each other over cheddar Keep us hungry so we never organize for nothing better Just make it through the day, make it through the week Make it through the month, make a millionaire another couple bucks What, and like that the coffee buzz is gone It's only 9:30 step by step with the other pawns ...one square at a time Somewhere between the walking dead and the buried alive You can't steal what's already been stolen You can't kill what is already dead So if we gotta be zombies, let's snatch the CEO And see if there is a brain in his head, until then Punch that clock 'til it bleeds It feels like they're tryin' to break us They tell you to follow your dreams But your alarm is going off, wake up So if you got a dollar in your pocket put your hands in the air Ten dollars in your pocket put your hands in the air If it's a hundred or a thousand that's fair But there's no such thing as an innocent millionaire If you got a dollar in your pocket eat a taco Ten dollars: buy some peanut butter and some bread If you got a hundred or a thousand you can stock up But a million may as well be human flesh If you got a dollar in your pocket drink some water If you got ten have a beer with your lunch If you got a hundred or a thousand you can dig your own well And for a million you can drink all the blood you can suck That dollar in your pocket is an insult Ten dollars in your pocket ain't enough The reason that so many of us are have-nots Is that the haves have way too much (let's get 'em)