You're grinding your life away you shred it with pride A slave to your schedule with no time to ask why Your mommy always told you, invoked some creeper in the sky Work hard so you can work, and keep on working 'till you die
So you get home way too late and you turn on your tv Watching ads for shit you don't need but want others to see And the big gang's propaganda telling you they're going green And you're too washed out and fed up to give a thought to what it means
(pre-chorus) Slow the fuck down! I don't have time to think!
Yeah, you think you're so much better than the ones who have time But your hard earned gains wind up in organized crime You might scoff at the junkies in the prisons and the streets But you're addicted to workohol and you’re barely on your feet
They said that time would help this problem but that's clearly now a lie I'm looking back on the ages, and see the hours multiply The forests fall the rivers drain before our very eyes To feed the fires of industry we're blackening the skies
You tell me that i'm lazy and I say you're just a fool If you weren't afraid of dreaming then you'd probably think so too I understand, we work to live but you go far beyond This is far from what you need, because you worship work as God
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Get outta that suit It don't mean success All your wealth bought is false friends And not an ounce of rest And by the time you see your waste You're gonna wise up far too late