Workday is a waste
And it gets worse everyday
Words can't share the taste
Of the sourness that stays
For the weekend, work is good
That's it's only goal
Got a case of amnesia
Now it's time to roll!

When all the world
Begins to crowd
I got a place
That's good and loud
Goodbye my mind
Follow the line
It's drivin' time
Don't need to rest
I just don't care
Don't need to fly
I'm halfway there
Goodbye my mind
Follow the lines
It's drivin' time

Spare me all the facts
And compare me to the old
On my back are tracks
Where you tried to crush my soul
I have got the upper hand
Because your emptiness
Makes you live for working
It explains why you're a mess