Working Man's Song Lyrics

Tryin' to make a livin'
Isn't supposed to feel like dyin'
Lookin' for my golden ticket
Can't find no silver linin'
These days 9 to 5 feels more like 25 to life and
Tryin' to make a livin'
Isn't supposed to feel like dyin'

I punch the clock
Wanna punch a ticket to New York
And punch the boss
But they don't pay enough for me to cover that cost
So I punch the sheetrock instead
Cover my debts, keep the family fed

They been promisin' me
Another dollar and three
But that talk is just cheap
As these boots I'm wearin'
And that's been wearin' on more than my soul
And all that I know is

Tryin' to make a livin'
Isn't supposed to feel like dyin'
Lookin' for my golden ticket
Can't find no silver linin'
These days 9 to 5 feels more like 25 to life and
Tryin' to make a livin'
Isn't supposed to feel like dyin' nah (oooh)
Supposed to feel like dyin' nah (oooh)

Red blue right left they still workin' us to death
And whatever's leftover at the end's to the IRS (to the IRS)
Head above water but I'm kickin' like hell
Ain't nobody lookin' out for me but myself
Ain't no gettin' out from under all of these underpaid checks
And last time I checked

Tryin' to make a livin'
Isn't supposed to feel like dyin'
Lookin' for my golden ticket
Can't find no silver linin'
These days 9 to 5 feels more like 25 to life and
Tryin' to make a livin'
Isn't supposed to feel like dyin' nah (oooh, hell nah)
Supposed to feel like dyin' nah (hell nah, oooh, hell nah)
Supposed to feel like dyin' nah

Tryin' to make a livin'
Isn't supposed to feel like dyin'
Lookin' for my golden ticket
Can't find no silver linin'
These days 9 to 5 feels more like 25 to life and
Tryin' to make a livin'
Isn't supposed to feel like dyin' nah (oooh, hell nah)
Supposed to feel like dyin' nah (hell nah, hell nah)
Supposed to feel like dyin' nah (hell nah)

(Hell nah)
(Hell nah)
(Hell nah)
(Hell nah)