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