One more hour to go today
Then 14 left till I come back
Tomorrow
And 8 of those

Iæ?£l sleep away
Leaves me 6 to relax and enjoy
Such is the life of the hourly worker
Everythingæ?¯ divided to hours on a clock
And dollars on the paycheck
Twice a month
And weæ?£l never be out of here
Off white walls
This black desk top
Or the coffee stained carpet
Of the break room floor
Itæ?¯ all I see day in and year out
A never ending cycle of nothing
And itæ?¯ killing me.
Itæ?¯ tearing my soul out through my eyes
And the life from my heart
I donæ?° 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.