9-5
"9-5"
by Julian Crockett
Sometimes Life feels like a drag
I think I’d rather do without
Sometimes everyone’s a nag
I’ve gotta find a way out
Reality lookin like it sucks
I’d rather live in my own head
People working to die for a couple of bucks
They wake up, work, then go on to bed
This can’t be what life is
I refuse to live like this
People working their lives away
But I say
What’s the point of living if you’ve got no time to play
What’s the point of living if you just work till your grey
Life is so much more than a 9-5
If you just open your eyes
And spread your wings to fly
If you follow your dreams and reach for the skies
Then maybe you won’t have to work that 9-5
And maybe you won’t have to work to die
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