Until 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.