I ain't working nine to five
I ain't going out to plant no seed
I don't ask what I'm supposed to do, cause I've got everything I want
But I don't have anything I need
Well I do my thing in a palace full of kings
Do it in an old broken-down shack
I'd give you the shirt off my back, show you where your systems lack
Meet you in the lap of luxury
I get off the floor and walk it off
Get back to a place that I can see
Well I'm coming back for more abuse
Meet you in the [?] the lap of luxury
Now I'm working noon to midnight
Now my precious seeds they have been sown
I don't ask when they're supposed to grow 'cause I got everything I know
I don't know anything I need
No exploitation, paid vacation
All I want's communication
That ain't too hard to see
When the van stops rolling, the band starts rocking
It ain't too pretty, it ain't too shocking but
I've got everything I need
I get off the floor and walk it off
Get back to a place that I can see
Well I'm coming back for more abuse
Meet you in the lap of luxury
