Work, Eat, Sleep, Repeat
The clock on the wall says half past eight , and I'm going to be late again
The clock counts down my earth time and never misses a beat
each tick tock is of my life clock, one less breath to breathe
It's no fun when you see your life slowly ebb away .
work to live, don't live to work, as tomorrow may never come
at home at last. you kick the cat and kiss the kids as you walk in
greet the wife and ask if she has had a nice day. and sit and eat your tea
Its then off to bed so you can do it all again.
And as for your kids,well, the bosses will have them doing it all again
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