My Job Is Killing Me
My Job Is Killing Me
Manual Labor
Under appreciated
Underpaid
Short breaks
Work yourself to death
Too many call inns
Lazy generation
No effort
No strong work ethics
Hard night just to earn a dollar
Never save enough to retire
Eyes are burning
2 days off are flying
Everyday is just a blur
Feet to slumber
Days run into weeks
Days into months
My money always disappears
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