(Intro hook - big upbeat beat first then Tambourine) (Vocal -Male main vocal folk - whispered soft MALE folk voice, backing female vocal echo's) **[Verse 1]** Wake up Monday, punch the clock, Drag ourselves around the block. Sell our time for someone else's gain, Then do it all and do it again. **[Verse 2]** Pay the rent and pay the bills, Pay for petrol, pay for thrills. Pay for food and pay for light, Then wonder where our money took flight. **[Pre-Chorus]** Forty hours, fifty more, Still can't get ahead of the score. "Work harder" is the favourite line, Funny how the rich keep finding time. **[Chorus]** Working till we die, that's the deal, Keep the wheels turning, keep the profits real. Work all week, then pay all month, Keep the whole damn engine running up front. They say, "One day you'll finally be free," When the calendar says seventy-three. Retire just in time to make your plan... Then wonder where the hell your younger years ran **[Verse 3]** Buy a bigger house, take a bigger loan, Spend half your life paying what you own. New car, new phone, another upgrade, Another monthly payment carefully made. **[Verse 4]** Advertising whispers, "You need some more," So we buy more stuff than we bought before. Fill up the house till there's nowhere to stand, Then work another year to pay the damn brand. **[Pre-Chorus]** Keep consuming, keep chasing the dream, Keep spending money on things we don't need. The more we earn, the more they can take, Funny little system they managed to make. **[Chorus]** Working till we die, that's the deal, Keep the wheels turning, keep the profits real. Work all week, then pay all month, Keep the whole damn engine running up front. They say, "One day you'll finally be free," When the calendar says seventy-three. Retire just in time to make your plan... Then wonder where the hell your younger years ran **[Bridge]** What if life wasn't measured in pay? What if tomorrow wasn't another workday? What if enough could be all that we need, What if we stopped being slaves to our greed? **[Breakdown]** Clock in. Clock out. Pay up. Repeat. Smile for the boss... And don't miss a beat. **[Final Chorus]** Working till we die, that's the deal, Keep the wheels turning, keep the profits real. But people are waking, starting to see, Maybe a life is more than economy. We don't need another shiny machine, We need time to live and breathe. Working till we die? That's not the dream... **[Outro]** The clock keeps ticking, the years roll by, Funny how nobody gets out alive. So while we're here and we've got some time... Maybe living should be more than surviving the grind.
