Mark Fosson: Music

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I saw the big boss
drivin' down the middle
of the town in his
brand new beemer
with the top pulled down.
We were stopped at the
light so I waved
just because.
He looked over like he
didn't know who I was.
Then he stepped on the gas and
was gone with a jerk
and I crawled and I creeped
my old heap
back to work.

Like ants on a hill
we keep slavin' away.
Goin' faster and faster
gettin' stepped on everyday.
Every night we clock out
and say 'never again' but
every morning we're
standin' there
clockin' back in!
Knowin' that someday
retirement will come.
When we're too old and
worn out to have any fun.

It's workworkwork
and nothin' to show.
You get a week's vacation
but you're too beat to go.
Health insurance and a
cheap dental plan.
Company picnic with a
BBQ ham.
You get a slap on the back
and a 10-cent raise and the
more that you give them
the more that they take.

My grandaddy worked
right up until he died.
He keeled over one day
at the age of 45.
You work and you work and that's all that you do.
Till your fingers fall off and your back breaks in two.
Till your mind turns to mush and you run out of
steam and they toss you
away like a worn out machine.

It's workworkwork and
nothin' to show...