We've all got problems - that's a fact   Don't sit there and act like you're so damn perfect   We gotta make a living - you and me   But the green's got you so blinded, that you just can't see   Clocked in at six in the morning   And didn't clock out till six at night   Yeah, a life spent under the impression   That you ain't never worth a dime unless you work all your life   But he still got nothing done...   If I work all day, I should get paid for somethin'   But I work all day, and still get nothin'   No purpose, but to fill his prophecy   I won't be stuttering   I'm not gonna let 'em eat me   Gotta go wherever my gut leads me   Dad says go to work just to be like him   But a future like his looks way too dim   Hey dad, don't forget what's important   Like your kids, your wife, and your dreams