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.
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