"Death And Taxes" by Kid Dynamite

alarm clock rings, i crawl out of bed.  i'm not looking
forward to what lies ahead.  all day i'm like a zombie, the
working dead.  today's gonna be a boring day.  i know it. 
i'm not interested in what i'm doing.  i show it.  i wish
that i could walk away.  you know?  we're all the same. 
would happiness be worth the wait? would all the mondays be
worth the pain'  some say they'll see.  i don't agree.  nose
to grindstone.  everyday i walk to work and say, i wish that
i could go somewhere where time's not despised, clocked in
and put in line, but "that's the way it goes." 
spending our years pinned as slaves.  tired and under-paid,
while no one ever knows what life's about.  work to survive
until we're 65 and then it's time to die.  nose to
grindstone.  everyday i walk to work and say, "i wish
that i could go."  working so hard just to survive,
until we're 65 and then it's time to cry with the rest of
them.  die with the best of them.  we lie to ourselves and
think that life's exciting.  we cry... we die.  we lie... we
die without ever knowing what we could have done with
ourselves.