Only an
hour left to go,
But I've
been here for
seven already, you know;
I've drank
so much coffee I can't sit still
But there's no such thing as
drinking your fill
In an
office "environment", coffee's all you got,
So you
drink too much and
pee a lot.
About every two hours I get to
go downstairs
Light up a smoke and
breathe the
fresh air;
But there's always a
secretary with
too much perfume
Who then
covers my breaktime with
gossip and
gloom,
And I have to
listen to her burgoise views
On
money and
makeup and what's in the
news.
But in an
hour I'll get to go
home
Where I probably
should have been all along
And then it'll take me till
midnight or one
To feel that I've now gotten something
real done.
I'm only a
mercenary, but I'll tell you what I can--
Eight hours a day is
too much
To give to
the Man.