40 Hour Week - The Code

Do you ever get the feeling that you’ll never get ahead

Working for a slave wage and your social life is dead

Does it ever cross your mind, does your life feel incomplete

When you’re running like a dog in the 40 hour week

And you try so hard to, try so hard, but you can’t keep up the pace

When the paycheck comes and the bills are due

You’re gonna fall right on your face

And you scream (and you scream) and you shout (and you shout)

But you’re stuck and you’ll never get out

Take me away anywhere but here

Take me away I need to get away

Do you ever wonder why, why your life has passed you by

You’re a slave to the code, working 9 to 5

The 40 hour fight for freedom has put you one foot in the grave

You’re no American dream, you’re the American slave

From day in to day out, from one weekend to the next

You put that uniform on for the sake of a paycheck, and you

Pack your lunch, head straight for the routine, just to find yourself

Caught up, in a job that demeans you, to them you’re nothing

But a money making cog, built to fuel the corporate greed

Of the corporate fucking slobs, whose pocket books

Are lined with me and you, just a working class song

About the red, white, black, and blue