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