Do you ever get the feeling that you'll never get ahead
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Working for a slave wage and your social life is dead
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Does it ever cross your mind, does your life feel incomplete
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When you're running like a dog in the 40 hour week
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And you try so hard to, try so hard, but you can't keep up the pace
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When the paycheck comes and the bills are due
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You're gonna fall right on your face
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And you scream (and you scream) and you shout (and you shout)
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But you're stuck and you'll never get out
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Take me away anywhere but here
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Take me away I need to get away
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Do you ever wonder why, why your life has passed you by
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You're a slave to the code, working 9 to 5
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The 40 hour fight for freedom has put you one foot in the grave
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You're no american dream, you're the american slave
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From day in to day out, from one weekend to the next
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You put that uniform on for the sake of a paycheck, and you
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Pack your lunch, head straight for the routine, just to find yourself
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Caught up, in a job that demeans you, to them you're nothing,
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But a money making cog, built to fuel the corporate greed
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Of the corporate fucking slobs, whose pocket books
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Are lined with me and you, just a working class song
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About the red, white, black, and blue
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40 Hour Week
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The Code |