The Code Lyrics
The Code Lyrics
"40 Hour Week Lyrics"
Losin' Your Mind Lyrics
Gona wake up early this morning As I looked around My world be crumblin'round What I saw I couldn't believe Who are you ? What might I be ? Oh,
Gona wake up early this morning As I looked around My world be crumblin'round What I saw I couldn't believe Who are you ? What might I be ? Oh,
Do you ever get the feeling that you'll never get ahead
Working for a slave wage and your social life is dead
Does it ever cross your mind, does your life feel incomplete
When you're running like a dog in the 40 hour week
[Chorus:]
And you try so hard to, try so hard, but you can't keep up the pace
When the p
Escape From Within Lyrics
I lie here awake. My lifeless body that's cold feeling the pain. That's a cry far away. Why is this prolonged, I've already lived, what's to fear. Now
aycheck comes and the bills are due I lie here awake. My lifeless body that's cold feeling the pain. That's a cry far away. Why is this prolonged, I've already lived, what's to fear. Now
You're gonna fall right on your face
And you scream (and you scream) and you shout (and you shout)
But you're stuck and you'll never get out
Take me away anywhere but here
Take me away I need to get away
Do you ever wonder why, why your life has passed you by
You're
Let the Mystery Be Lyrics
Everybody's wonderin' what and where they all came from. Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go when the whole thing's done. But no one knows for certain
a slave to the code, working 9 to 5 Everybody's wonderin' what and where they all came from. Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go when the whole thing's done. But no one knows for certain
The 40 hour fight for freedom has put you one foot in the grave
You're no american dream, you're the american slave
(Chorus)
From day in to day out, from one weekend to the next
You put that uniform on for the sake of a paycheck, and you
Pack your lunch, head straight for th
Just To Satisfy You Lyrics
Verse 1: A G A G A Someone's gonna get hurt before you're through G A routine, just to find yourself
Caught up, in a job that demeans you, to them you're nothing,
But a money making cog, built to fuel the corporate greed
Of the corporate fucking slobs, whose pocket books
Are lined with me and you, just a working class song
About the red, white, black, and blue
(Chorus)
Verse 1: A G A G A Someone's gonna get hurt before you're through G A
Caught up, in a job that demeans you, to them you're nothing,
But a money making cog, built to fuel the corporate greed
Of the corporate fucking slobs, whose pocket books
Are lined with me and you, just a working class song
About the red, white, black, and blue
(Chorus)