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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!

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