Lyrics

The alarm rings
The death march begins
We cannot be late
A deadline awaits

There must be more to life we agree
Yet here we feast on hollow daydreams

We?re working nine to five
We?re young, we?re in our prime
Dying on the Vine

New to the game
But it?s crystal clear
The meaning we seek
Will not be found here

We?ll fill their banks with green ?till we break
But who will care when we?re old and gray

We?re working nine to five
We?re young, we?re in our prime
Dying on the Vine