Clock strikes seven You're already late Coffee's getting colder As you reach the gate Papers keep on piling Phones won't leave you alone Big Boss Man keeps smiling From his leather throne Every day's another mountain Every hour feels the same You can't eat You can't sleep Too much work to do You're slavin' For me Not for you You can't think You can't breathe He's got plans for you Big Boss Man Owns the room And he's pushing through Lunch break disappears Before it even starts Everybody's working Trying to play their parts He's counting every dollar You're counting down the day Friday's getting closer But you're still earning pay Everybody's watching Nobody says a word You can't eat You can't sleep Too much work to do You're slavin' For me Not for you You can't think You can't breathe He's got plans for you Big Boss Man Owns the room And he's pushing through One day You'll walk away One day He'll call your name One day Somebody new Will take your place You can't eat You can't sleep Too much work to do You're slavin' For me Not for you You can't rest You can't breathe He's still calling you Big Boss Man Runs the show But he can't own... You. Clock strikes five... He smiles... You smile bigger.
