Lyrics

Caught in a nine to five
And the boss is at your heals
You store it up inside
Cause you can't afford whats real
Your mates have all got beamers
And a house upon a hill
You raise the hours from nine to six
But the bills keep rollin in

What we going to do she says
For this years holidays
What we going to do this time
That'll blow them all away

Sentance me to life
Of shovelling shite
From left to right
Kick me in the head
Sack me instead
Leaving me dead
You call this living – woo hoo
You call this living – woo hoo

Now you're doing the eight to six
And the Merc is at your door
The pension man keeps calling you
To save just a little more
Your kids they all want trainers
Cause their mates have got some too
You burn the hours just a little more
Its dark and you’re not through

What we going to buy she says
On this years holidays
What we going to get this time
That'll blow them all away