One more hour to go today
Then 14 left till I come back
Tomorrow
And 8 of those
Iæ#138#£l sleep away
Leaves me 6 to relax and enjoy
Such is the life of the hourly worker
Everythingæ#138#¯ divided to hours on a clock
And dollars on the paycheck
Twice a month
And weæ#138#£l never be out of here
Off white walls
This black desk top
Or the coffee stained carpet
Of the break room floor
Itæ#138#¯ all I see day in and year out
A never ending cycle of nothing
And itæ#138#¯ killing me.
Itæ#138#¯ tearing my soul out through my eyes
And the life from my heart
I donæ#138#° want to die here
Shut down the circuitry
Lights off
Zipper up
Walk out into
The rain
To drive the same roads
That lead me back to here.