Work?

It's Monday morning, I'm barely alive
The Sun's coming up, I'm going blind
A marionette, to misery
I'd rather be flying high, flying free

Praying for rain, shovel shit all day
Dreams in my head of fortune and fame
There's a time full of aggravations
9 to 5 sinister allegations

Getting laid, staying up late
Something everyone can appreciate
What's been said, get it through your head
Workin' for you will kill me dead

Fuck work!
Fuck work!
Fuck work!
Fuck work!

Down to this, I've gotta choose
If my rotting brain is gonna work for you
I can't take your crap all the time
Cause I'm moving up to the front of the line

Getting laid, staying up late
Something everyone can appreciate
What's been said, get it through your head
Workin' for you will kill me dead

Fuck work!
Fuck work!
Fuck work!
Fuck work!