Language Arts Crew - 9 to 5 lyrics

[Intro: Sample Quotes] [Sample Quote from Office Space] [Peter Gibbons] So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, um, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life [Dr. Swanson] What about today? Is today the worst day of your life? [Peter Gibbons] Yeah [Dr. Swanson] Wow, that's messed up [Sample Quote from Boiler Room] [Seth Davis] I tried slinging crack rock and I never had a jump shot. I got to find a job... [Verse 1: Benny Medicina] Pockets hanging out, I walk around this earth with the same smile In and out of seven bucks, I wished I stayed around Washed the taste out. Hear about this intellect survive Paid to surface and deflect the hits or economy slides Narrow get through. It's 7:50 now. sh**ty town Watch me sit around all day and still ain't got it figured out Bitter mouth from slaving the sweaty hour Never taking a shower and stacking a f**ing penny tower Many tell us that's hard work but apart from the fact That it takes money to make money—it's hard to get back We're charging the trap, plus in large in our part of the map Dabbling, magic-making through music, import from the past Scraping bottom—the change in the couch will pay for the fallen Blaming all of them lately in boredom. Save us the comments Uh, the days of the honest have came and gone, singing the same song Bringing the flames, throw ‘em when the game has made us a pawn [Interlude 1: Sample Quote from Office Space] [Joanna] I hate this job! I hate this goddamn job and I don't need it! [Hook: QS Zeus] (x2) Is this, what I'm gonna have to take to the grave? Or is this, punishment for the mistakes that I made? Yo, it's not. But if you stop, then you get stuck in disgrace And ripped off. It happens often from dust to your coffin [Verse 2: Clint Westwood] f** the alarm clock—cheap shot to my job Wild son, large eyes, sporting morning hard co*k Swollen tongue. Dried saliva tastes like mostly rum No deodorant as I step out into the molten sun Caught in the idiot race, lost in the infinite days With pitiful slaves that piss on your grave for minimum wage I wish I could scrape just a little of change Take a fistful of fates to bang in exchange to break the chains, get rid of my reins I hate my day job. I need a raise, God damn it These low figures got my big toe in the trigger This is the way west where pay checks can break necks Sway belated state debts, space cadets, and trains wrecks Age of Aquarius—save the kids and bury this f** a terrorist—lack of awareness is some scary sh** Swelling in a hellhole, it feels so bad No helping hand, they sold my soul to the repo man [Interlude 2: Sample Quote from Office Space] [Bob Porter] Looks like you've been missing a lot of work lately [Peter Gibbons] I wouldn't say I've been missing it [Hook: QS Zeus] (x2) Is this what I'm gonna have to take to the grave? Or is this punishment for the mistakes that I made? Yo, it's not. But if you stop, then you get stuck in disgrace And ripped off. It happens often from dust to your coffin [Verse 3: QS Zeus] Yo, raging torment. Money fails me. Work is all I see too often These walls, I hear them speak, they say, “You're blocked in.” All contained inside this life. Drawn this comic drama series Top competing amateurs—it seems so into Charlie's theories There ain't no better half. There ain't no greener gra** There ain't no such thing as luck or even being fast But you can see its wrath, but below the surface Is it's underground—support beneath the floor is what its purpose is I spent my time wrong. I'll spend my bucks worse Tell me something's wrong with me, but call me up with pills at first Yeah, there's a gift for that: it's time off and raises This business is hatred. Y'all deep in this matrix, though Help to grow or let go. Ain't no bankroll in Mexico So take both your bags and your hopes Some heat the d**h blow: a minimum wage and some max taxes Clip that by burning the bridge with your last matchstick [Interlude 3: Sample Quote from Office Space] [Peter Gibbons] We don't have a lot of time on this Earth. We weren't meant to spend it this way [Verse 4: Ex-I] It goes: lazy days in San Jo. I exercise my right To walk the block broke, screaming, “f** a 9 to 5!” Maybe I can stack some spare change by the weekend Until then, I'll be known as the cheap friend who needs ends I tend to panhandle—I got quarters to make So I stand outside of businesses and buck corporate snakes My portion of pay goes directly to my drinking habits The other half falls out my pockets while I'm leaning back Word's I wasn't put on this Earth to serve customers Unless it's slinging my team's product (We word hustlers) Juggling money and music. Catch me bumbling stupid Scribbling blueprints and plans to jumpstart this movement None of us are slackers, man—that's the wrong term We're all earning our spot, making this job long-term I'll walk these busy streets as long as Earth exists Sporting ripped plaid, faded blue jeans, and dirty kicks [Interlude 4: Sample Quote from Office Space] [Peter Gibbons] Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day [Hook: QS Zeus] (x2) Is this what I'm gonna have to take to the grave? Or is this punishment for the mistakes that I made? Yo, it's not. But if you stop, then you get stuck in disgrace And ripped off. It happens often from dust to your coffin [Outro: Sample Quote from American Beauty] [Lester Burnham] Look at me, jerking off in the shower. This will be the highlight of my day. It's all downhill from here