Overworked

We punch the clock at the start of the day Does anyone know why? I try my best to make some sense of it all And the ladders that we climb Does it matter at the end of the day Or are we just wasting time? A generation is going down the drain An axis in decline It’s hard to admit we’re getting old That voice in the back of your head That tells you that i told you so My brain is fried and my body is spent, i’m fine I think i’m overworked today In the middle of a crisis age, it’s fine I think i’m overworked today Every day is an uphill battle A scam that’s so obscene From the pages of a high school textbook The history’s wiped clean They wear us out and they beat us down They’ve tortured us and still We hate each other and ourselves With the system that they’ve built And now we take it back The shadows that they cast We gotta do something because time goes by so fast It’s hard to admit we’re getting old That voice in the back of your head That tells you that i told you so My brain is fried and my body is spent, i’m fine I think i’m overworked today In the middle of a crisis age, it’s fine I think i’m overworked today My brain is fried and my body is spent, i’m fine I think i’m overworked today In the middle of a crisis age, it’s fine I think i’m overworked today