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Ay, every day I wake sore all over
Dark circles under my eyes, hungover
Sure, drinking every night ain't clever
But, hell, all day I gotta keep composure
Ay, long-ass day with assholes I hate
Working my ass off so someone I execrate
Can make more money I could ever make
Ay, that would give anyone a headache, ay
Why is it so fucked up?
I hate it!
Long days, short nights; no time to even feel
I know I'm not alone feeling like they steal
Our lives, our energy, we can't even heal
Hell, some can't even afford a meal
Fuck, who made this kind of dumb deal?
How the fuck can this even be real?
Why is it so messed up?
It's grueling!
I'm working myself to death
(gotta pay the bills)
Ay, executives ain't much more than vampires
Money-leeching power-hungry monsters
They glamour us into thinking our goals matter
And they bite, they drink until we're bare
Ay, you either become one of the suckers
Or you become a hollow undead worker
Why is it so fucked up?
As designed!
We can end this horrible nightmare
We can do great things if we work together
'Cause, yeah, the daily grind is a massacre
This thing isn't just mandatory labor
Look around, it's a fucking disaster
We sure as hell can do better
Why is it so messed up?
They love it!
I'm working myself to death
(gotta pay the bills)
