Till My Ticker Expires

Work seven till five To stay off the street. When I do overtime Come home dead on my feet. Seems month after month Can afford less to eat. When they raise my rent-- Could be out on the street. My car’s fairly new; Got a decent TV. My home has a view. The bank owns them, not me. I went back to school, Got another degree. Still work like a fool 'cause of the ‘conomy. Ain’t yet had a raise Since the day I was hired. Each check buys me less. Cost-of-living gets higher. My one biggest fear’s That I’ll never retire. I’ll be working somewhere ‘til my ticker expires. Ain’t yet had a raise. Come home dead on my feet. Each check buys me less-- Can afford less to eat. My one biggest fear, Since the day I was hired: I’ll be doin’ overtime Until my ticker expires.