The Working Man Blues
Yo, Secretary…
Please hold every one of my calls, just tell em I died…
Cuz I’m breaking free of these walls and need to step outside.
They’re closing in on me, so I’m feeling compression…
Cuz life between an office and a wife just leads to depression.
Both of em have me racked, pulling me in two directions…
So it’s hell on a cat’s back, not to mention his erection.
Got me going soft, not literally, but, way down deep…
Cuz now my one and only thought is getting me some…sleep.
Used to chase the pussy, but now I’m way too tired…
Working all these projects, trying to not get fired.
It’s deadline after deadline, which leaves me close to flatlined…
Cuz I meet every single one of em, but barely have time to rhyme.
So I’ll never drop my masterpiece, I don’t get a Blueprint…
I’m a punk who never feels lucky, so fuck, I oughta sue Clint.
Due rent, or mortgage, whatever the fuck owners pay…
I just know it drains my money storage, different month, same day.
Fuckin daycare and diapers, food for the household…
My job provides for all this, every morsel and mouthful.
But it sure as hell taxes, my weekend off won’t prevail…
And stop sending me those faxes, ain’t ya heard of e-mail?
Fuckin snail…so slow is life, who the fuck says it flies?
Seems ya hafta be having fun for it to pass in the blink of an eye.
So slowly I’ll die, prolly sitting here at this desk…
Worried bout a deadline till I’m hit with cardiac arrest.
For giving my best, finding work for cats who ain’t got it…
So they all feel blessed after I complete and finish my projects.
But I don’t, maybe my soul does, for helping someone better…
Their life’s situation, yet I’ve gotten no “thank you” letters.
So I sit with a scowl feeling foul, knowing I hate this…
But the curse could be worse, at least I’m on day shift.
Could be kicking graveyard, never seeing the sun…
Looking at Christmas Day cards and all they’re scenes of fun.
Knowing when I get home, I’ll sleep on my family…
But that’d probably sooth my dome and allow some time for me.
But it’s not meant to be, I’m not relaxing, it seems…
Cuz I’m working 8 to 5 and only vacationing in dreams.