Working for the Man by Day, Stickin’ It to the Man by Night

[Intro]
I'm working this day job all week long
With the nine to fivers where I don't belong
It's a means to an end and it's not permanent
When the night comes I start my shift in entertainment

[Verse 1]
The clock strikes five and there's no doubt
That the working day is over and I want out
Minimum wage is a maximum pain
But it often typically comes with the trade
Labouring is a drag but gives me the skills
To tour in the van but to still pay my bills
If you graft through the valley of the shadow of shit
You'll be amazed what you can get if you work hard for it

[Chorus]
I've been working this day job
With the nine to fivers where I don't belong
One thing I know is that the bottom of the ocean ain't too low
To start a punk rock revolution in this disco
And I'll say, hey hey
Weekday, you're in my way, move

[Verse 2]
If my story sounds similar to yours in any way
Working for the man as a slave to low pay
Just know you're not alone in the way that you feel
And your expression is yours and that no-one can steal
If you're struggling to get by, to make ends meet
Feeling unimportant or obsolete
Just remember the message in the words in this song
Hum the melody in your head or sing along

[Chorus]
I've been working this day job
With the nine to fivers where I don't belong
One thing I know is that the bottom of the ocean ain't too low
To start a punk rock revolution in this disco
And I'll say, hey hey
Weekday, you're in my way