40 Hour Week Lyrics - Singles - The Code

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 

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And you try so hard to, try so hard, but you can't keep up the pace 

When the paycheck comes and the bills are due 

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 a slave to the code, working 9 to 5 

The 40 hour fight for freedom has put you one foot in the grave 

You're no american dream, you're the american slave 

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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 the 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 

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