Nine to five, you know the drill Weekends are a short-lived thrill
Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow but grinding still
Cup runneth over till it's filled Take until they've had their fill
Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow but grinding still
Some of us think we're too big God's system gives us jobs
Even though it's just a low-paying gig Some of us will boast and brag