Overtime

Oh yeah it's really frightening
To think someone owns everything
(Oh Wee Oh)
We got your savior in our pocket
(Oh Wee Oh)
We got your savior in our pocket
Try to make sure that no one could ever own a little piece of me
(Oh Wee Oh)
We got your savior in our pocket

Who owns what and what does one say they can truly own?
I know it's an illusion, but try to tell the landlord of my home
A tiny little box is all and you're that I know can handle
Try to raise a kid in there an use the room that's like an angle

Trying to thin us out some kind of genocide among the classes
Hoping we'll all kill each other 'til a generation passes
That's if we can find the time between the kids and work
And sleep and working at some shitty job with no
Respect, but lots of fucking overtime, and then to bed

[Chorus]

Stay up too late, you'll never
Get up in time for work
So go to sleep and try
To dream of killing your boss

[Chorus X2]