Workhorse

Nine to nine Five to five You cut me up Just to build me back up In your own image Imagine what you could do With these pieces of me Work to live Work till death I'm not a machine, you f*ck Eyes fixed on screen Losing all hope Just another Tuesday Take myself out of me Throw that shit out the window Imagine what you could do With these pieces of me Work to live Work till death I'm not a machine, you f*ck