Corporate Slave

Chained to my desk by debt my ties a noose around my neck
Never slept anxiety and stress wrestle me to rest
I claim I'm blessed last bible verse I read explains it best
And debts are the only orders I accept when I get my cheque
In a race with these rats from alarm clock to knock off
Till it pops off till this mini van becomes a top off
Shoe view when I walk only look forward to the weekend
A small fish in as big pond and ended up in the deep end
The office view out my windows got me glued to my computer screen
A pension pheon life only begins at 65 I mean
The band I play for wont sound the same without this tambourine
But best believe I'm headed for the cover of times magazine
Tomorrow its the same routine revolving doors to corridors
Elevator doors my floors are scars from corporate wars
Click next tick I accept these Ts and Cs in these clauses
These deals and contracts are the skeletons in my closet

One o'clock two o'clock three o'clock four
Life only begins when I step out the doors
I need to hold up
This stress is fucking me a whole lot
Two o'clock three o'clock four o'clock five
Life only begins when you turn 65
I need to hold up
This shit is fucking me a whole lot

Me winning this bread got me figment of black taxes
These uniforms and badges instilled by these slave masters
Sharpened up to be the ruler teenage mistakes erased
This corporate rock paper scissors where the games that we played
Pen pushing on the same page as life stayed stationery
My tie just tied me down my suites didn't suite me
Employee of the month employee of the month
I'm in the hallways with a poker face till someone calls my bluff
The busy ness in this business has it running seamless
Pardon my office as this life is feeling meaningless
I'm in it for the long run nobody likes a quitter
Till my pension ball park figure and I'm old and bitter
The i they removed in team stood for my identity
The monkey ridding piggy back had to find a new tree
But when the stress got toxic and my patients hit its limit
My boss said the wrong shit and I quit

One o'clock two o'clock three o'clock four
Life only begins when I step out the doors
I need to hold up
This stress is fucking me a whole lot
Two o'clock three o'clock four o'clock five
Life only begins when you turn 65
I need to hold up
This shit is fucking me a whole lot one o'clock two o'clock three o'clock four
One o'clock two o'clock three o'clock four
Life only begins when I step out the doors
I need to hold up
This stress is fucking me a whole lot
Two o'clock three o'clock four o'clock five
Life only begins when you turn 65
I need to hold up
This shit is fucking me a whole lot