Clockwatchers

The hands of the clock are moving too slowly for you
Is this crippling life the best we can do?
You’re a piece of equipment, you’re mobile stock
Put your fingers into a fist and punch the clock
Punch the clock!

Tire of living our lives for someone else
Yanked down, messed around, put back on the shelf
We say “No!” to boredom, frustration, and shame
Nothing‘s going to stop us now that we know our name
What’s our name?

Clockwatchers and we’re on the march
We’re Clockwatchers, and it’s up to us
Clockwatchers, and we’re on the march
We’re Clockwatchers, and it’s up to us

Tell me now, wage slave, what it gonna be?
Do you want a quiet life, or do you want to make history?
They think you’re happy; they think you’re an idiot
Keep you so frustrated that you start believing it
Don’t believe it!

Clockwatchers and we’re on the march
We’re Clockwatchers, and it’s up to us
Clockwatchers, and we’re on the march
We’re Clockwatchers, and it’s up to us

Clockwatchers
Nobody’s going to give us anything
Clockwatchers
Our chains to lose, a world to win

Clockwatchers and we’re on the march
We’re Clockwatchers, and it’s up to us
Clockwatchers, and we’re on the march
We’re Clockwatchers, and it’s up to us