Working Burning Time

Laying down in bed, dreaming of doing nothing.
Resting your head, trying to dream of something.
As you toss and turn throughout the night.
Waking in the morning, wandering into my kitchen.
Looking for something, but the clock is ticking.
Folks like me survive working burning time.

Working burning time, in the pursuit of money.
Slaving each day, for a pittance of pay.
Turning your cheek, acting weak.
Barely scraping by, living upon credit.
It will depress you if you let it.

Working all the time, with heart and devotion.
Doing as told, without hope of a promotion.
Takes a toll, but no one hears you scream.
Shuffling papers, putting up with their lies.
Pulling out their daggers, bleeding all the time.
Takes a toll, but no one seems to care.

Working burning time, in the pursuit of money.
Slaving each day, for a pittance of pay.
Turning your cheek, acting weak.
Barely scraping by, living upon credit.
It will depress you if you let it.

We are all puppets, caught in a sick play.
In perpetual motion, trying to cope each day.
Living in fear of a life devoid of dreams.
Why waste our time, upon another person schemes.
Working without hope shall drive you onto your knees.
Life’s not a game, follow your heart and dreams.

Working burning time, in the pursuit of money.
Slaving each day, for a pittance of pay.
Turning your cheek, acting weak.
Barely scraping by, living upon credit.
It will depress you if you let it.

Working burning time, in the pursuit of money.
Slaving each day, for a pittance of pay.
Turning your cheek, acting weak.
Barely scraping by, living upon credit.
It will depress you if you let it.

Instrumental

The clock is ticking, so stop taking a licking.
Chase your dreams, get out and start living.
Happiness is found by following your heart and dreams.