I'm asking for pension, they say that I got to work more
Forty more years but I'm already bored
It's not nine to five, it feels more like nine to death
Serving your tables spittin your coffee and bread
I hide in the cellar, stealing some minutes again
I'm daydreaming of bending you over this deck
Some assholes need me to put on my chain again
Put on some manners, abide by my nine to death
Unloading and loading the same truck again and again
what is the purpose of those fuckin things that you send?
Black Friday products for morons to stand in the line
Losing their dignity trying to save them a dime
Doodling some lyrics for songs that will never be played
Pour me one more, tomorrow I'm showing up late
Instead of your ass I am grabbing my too heavy head
Still can't comply to my working nine to death
Nine to death is the life of the people I know
Charged with unbearable, lifelong sentence to work
Wrists all-destroyed, spines that cannot take no more
You are a fuck-up so shut up and mop me the floor
Planning for day off, or maybe I'm taking a trip
Who am I kidding? I'll smoke and I'll drink till I sleep
Making you moan is the cause fulfilling my life
What are your work hours? Babe, it's not nine to five
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