One more hour to go today   Then 14 left till I come back   Tomorrow   And 8 of those   I抣l sleep away   Leaves me 6 to relax and enjoy   Such is the life of the hourly worker   Everything抯 divided to hours on a clock   And dollars on the paycheck   Twice a month   And we抣l never be out of here   Off white walls   This black desk top   Or the coffee stained carpet   Of the break room floor   It抯 all I see day in and year out   A never ending cycle of nothing   And it抯 killing me.   It抯 tearing my soul out through my eyes   And the life from my heart   I don抰 want to die here   Shut down the circuitry   Lights off   Zipper up   Walk out into   The rain   To drive the same roads   That lead me back to here.