We've all got problems - that's a fact

Don't sit there and act like you're so damn perfect

We gotta make a living - you and me

But the green's got you so blinded, that you just can't see

Clocked in at six in the morning

And didn't clock out till six at night

Yeah, a life spent under the impression

That you ain't never worth a dime unless you work all your life

But he still got nothing done...

If I work all day, I should get paid for somethin'

But I work all day, and still get nothin'

No purpose, but to fill his prophecy

I won't be stuttering

I'm not gonna let 'em eat me

Gotta go wherever my gut leads me

Dad says go to work just to be like him

But a future like his looks way too dim

Hey dad, don't forget what's important

Like your kids, your wife, and your dreams