Every day starts the same , 8 oclock I arise, wipe my eyes
Getting ready for work, prepping my demise
Put on my black slacks, sift through my ties
Rush out the door, to the train for the job I despise.
Jump on the packed train, surrounded by tools
Dressed in suits, reading the paper I hate these fools
For the length of my commute, I try to dodge spilt coffee
And people’s stray elbows, bitch get off me.
There’s a train right behind us, no need to pack
And who forgot their right guard this morning this shit is whack
religion is irrelevant . your stench is lit
I’m sure your worship don’t ask you to smell like shit
I sit or stand there, watching the stations pass
“doors opening” thank Christ my stop at last.
Never fails, the second my feet hits concrete
assholes hand me flyers, now my commute is complete
Sorry man, that’s messed up, but I gots no time
5 blocks to the office, damn its almost nine
I walk up to the office door, fakely greet security
Adam Troy,business man bitch, you heard of me.

The daily grind, plaguing your mind your in a bind
Days are like de-ja-vu, your life’s confined
Aligned with corperate life, no matter what’s assigned
You’re guaranteed to start every morning, 2 days behind
Try to balance a social life, your job’s designed
To take up every waking hour, your healths declined
Ya idea of having life needs to be refined
Stress peaks, you lose sleep, the daily grind.

Fire up the PC, 60 email messages
16 voice mails, all forms of doomed presages
that the day will suck more life out of mine
need to prepare this presentation, shit I’m out of time.
Sprint to the conference room, meeting 1 of 6
Where idiots sit pondering the story my graph depicts
they don’t like the facts, so of course my hard work sucks
4th time this week. I’ma Bout to go berserk, nuts.
instead I calmly take their constructive feedback
Dreaming about rum and a seductive weedsack
That will make me forget I’m just a slave
Working for these post prima donnas cradle to the grave
Have you ever noticed, suits ties white ‘n blue shirts
They can’t take the bad news, sorry the truth hurts
Competition is crushing, our revenues are hit
those stock options you hold ain’t gonna be worth shit
luckily for me, vested interest is zero
this work horse you shit on is now a hero
CEO’s are fired, employes screwed remain
it’s nice Sometimes at the low end of the food chain

The daily grind, plaguing your mind your in a bind
Days are like de-ja-vu, your life’s confined
Aligned with corperate life, no matter what’s assigned
You’re guaranteed to start every morning, 2 days behind
Try to balance a social life, your job’s designed
To take up every waking hour, your healths declined
Ya idea of having life needs to be refined
Stress peaks, you lose sleep, the daily grind.