Ain’t got time
Six ten AM each morning
The alarm cuts off your dreams
Rush into the bathroom
Work away your cereal meal
Rush into your car
Without a decent goodbye
Time’s all that counts
Curse those traffic lights
Ain’t got time for you honey
Cause I’m going for the money
Every day is an endless stream
Try to catch up with the crazy scene
Ain’t got time for you honey
Cause you know time’s money
It’s the client the account we’ll serve
Cause we’re living in a fucked up world
If a 9 to 5 job’s your aim
You’ve got to quit this crazy game
Thought your nerves electrify
You gotta stay on the winning side
We consume love as fast food
Use money as a substitute
Like a couch potato on a chunky as
You try to buy your happiness
He was a hard working man
At least that’s what the people told
He was a hard working man
Grabbed by silver and gold
These things don’t mean nothing
When you blew you last breath
These things don’t mean nothing
When you’re six feet under the grass.