Every day when I punch in I’m helping somebody else win
By the time that I punch out I’m too tired to sort my life out
From the day that i was born until I’m sleeping in my grave I’ll be a slave
But at least the road is paved
Take a long hard look at yourself
Can’t you see you’ve got to be free
Or the things you want for yourself will just to dust on a shelf
What stories will I have to tell
If I’m nothing but a machine operator in hell
I knew this guy who worked twelve hour shifts seven days a week
One day my mans heart just gave out
He moved his whole family here from India
He said “it’s a trap, it’s a load of crap, there is no fucking way out.”
He told me “this is no life”
He told me “you’ve gotta be free”
“Invest in yourself, relearn the meaning of wealth”
This body is my machine and I will operate it however I please
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