Dead End Job

 (Winship)

Dead end job You take the life out of me 

Dead end job

I’d rather live in poverty

Dead end job

You may have bought my time

But you can’t have my soul and you can’t buy my mind

I’m not gonna work a 9 to five till the day I die

No I don’t have no working class pride

I’m just doing what I gotta do to get where I wanna be

And this job is just killing me

Working away makes you feel like a slave

While coffee and cigarettes get you through the day

When you find yourself living for the weekends

Don’t you think it’s time to go your own way