Cursed - Clocked In Punched Out lyrics

"Who k**ed the time? What's left that's mine"? Face down in a nation of thieves, What do you do when you're not on your knees Drawing out nine to five disease? (You k** the time, get back in line) Last of the great team players. Just payments away from freedom. Swinging from his neck in a two car garage (oh no, years to go). Signed out like a company car. He leaves behind a trail of scars And a morbid fear of closed-in spaces, Collared shirts and dying alone.