The Code

40 Hour Week

The Code


Do you ever get the feeling that you'll never get ahead 
Working for a slave wage and your social life is dead 
Does it ever cross your mind, does your life feel incomplete 
When you're running like a dog in the 40 hour week 

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And you try so hard to, try so hard, but you can't keep up the pace 
When the paycheck comes and the bills are due 
You're gonna fall right on your face 

And you scream (and you scream) and you shout (and you shout) 
But you're stuck and you'll never get out 
Take me away anywhere but here 
Take me away I need to get away 

Do you ever wonder why, why your life has passed you by 
You're a slave to the code, working 9 to 5 
The 40 hour fight for freedom has put you one foot in the grave 
You're no american dream, you're the american slave 

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From day in to day out, from one weekend to the next 
You put that uniform on for the sake of a paycheck, and you 
Pack your lunch, head straight for the routine, just to find yourself 
Caught up, in a job that demeans you, to them you're nothing, 
But a money making cog, built to fuel the corporate greed 
Of the corporate fucking slobs, whose pocket books 
Are lined with me and you, just a working class song 
About the red, white, black, and blue 

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