Working Overtime
Looking over ashtrays
All filled with another days' work
Staring out the window
Where the crowd crawls in a paper world
Like a dream that never ends
Can't go away
And people loose their common sense
To be the best in difference
Where people hide behind an iron fence
With a doggyboard that says
Make my day
Make my day
Sometimes the change is too fast
Another note,another memo
Another waits to take your place
All you see are shadows
No one shows the face behind the face
Another waits to take your place
And all you do is working overtime
You can't go away
And all you do is working overtime
The choice ain't exactly yours or mine
You better be there all your life
Cos they'll find the knife
To cut your pension rights
Looking over ashtrays
Empty again and clean and you consider
To jump from the top of the stairs
Cos all you do is working overtime
You can't go away
And all you do is working overtime
The choice ain't exactly yours or mine
Is it gonna be all your life
That nothing ever makes your day
And you stay
And you say
Would you believe that they don't even know your birthday
Would you believe it gets worse every day
They make you believe this is all they can do
They make you believe this is all they can be anyway
And all you do is working overtime
Then you'll know when the night turns to day
And you pray
You gonna be there as the night turns to day
Turns to day
All filled with another days' work
Staring out the window
Where the crowd crawls in a paper world
Like a dream that never ends
Can't go away
And people loose their common sense
To be the best in difference
Where people hide behind an iron fence
With a doggyboard that says
Make my day
Make my day
Sometimes the change is too fast
Another note,another memo
Another waits to take your place
All you see are shadows
No one shows the face behind the face
Another waits to take your place
And all you do is working overtime
You can't go away
And all you do is working overtime
The choice ain't exactly yours or mine
You better be there all your life
Cos they'll find the knife
To cut your pension rights
Looking over ashtrays
Empty again and clean and you consider
To jump from the top of the stairs
Cos all you do is working overtime
You can't go away
And all you do is working overtime
The choice ain't exactly yours or mine
Is it gonna be all your life
That nothing ever makes your day
And you stay
And you say
Would you believe that they don't even know your birthday
Would you believe it gets worse every day
They make you believe this is all they can do
They make you believe this is all they can be anyway
And all you do is working overtime
Then you'll know when the night turns to day
And you pray
You gonna be there as the night turns to day
Turns to day
Credits
Writer(s): Ton Groen, Niels Hermes, Marcel Kapteijn
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