Hell Bent For Retirement lyrics

Day after day i get on up Slaving away just to make a buck Working for the man, saving what i can And that's not much, shit out of luck 40 hours every week Growing sour, looking bleak Monotony is killing me Every day it's the same thing My motivation is wearing thin It's time to hit the clock again A never ending cycle until the day i die A blue-collar disciple until the day i die 40 hours every week Growing sour, looking bleak Looking ahead i see Much of the same for me A depressing reality It's not how i want it to be I am hell bent for retirement I am hell bent for retirement