Forty hours in seven days
Paycheck to pay-check.
Apathetic corporate slave,
Your life's a fucking wreck.
Do you recognize yourself?
Tired, taxed and ticked.
If time is money, what's worth more
To a rat on a sinking ship?
Your wallet's filling up
While your days are counting down.
Fancy fucking locks
On fancy fucking doors
In the safest part of town.
What's the price on happiness?
A separate expense account
To tidy up every little mess?
TIRED!
TAXED!
TICKED!
Wall Street is a sinking ship!