Wage Slave

This sound gets in my head
Wears me out, wears me down
I dream about this shit, I've had enough, I've had enough
Box, Tape, Stack, Repeat
Paper cuts and sore feet
Hell has a punch clock at the door
Minimum wage for my soul
I won't do this anymore
From 9 to 5 you slowly die, and the American Dream will suck you dry
Box, tape, stack, repeat
Paper cut's and sore feet
Hell has a punch clock at the door