The Bennies - (Return To) 9-5 lyrics

I'm gonna go and go get my own Steal everything until I feel my home And I don't really care what they say to me Having no money is to truly be free Cos you can't find work and you ain't got time So you rock it to the rhythm and it's a life of crime Every day you wake up and complain that it's insane Then you wait for the train that's the late again All aboard, it's the stress express Waste the next eight hours banging your head on your f**ing desk Then you're back in the traffic all alone You're on your way home another clone with an iPhone Now it's time for a fast food dinner With every little bite you make your hair a little thinner Spread out on your couch, you try to unwind But every night you find it's harder to switch off your mind There's gotta be more to life than running behind Humankind weren't designed for a pressure cooking daily grind Found a place to practice where it didn't cost a dime But we f**ed it up royal when they rolled us that time And all that we know is the rider at the show And I'm searching for our wealth that on no tree grow Pack of cigarettes could cost a lung these days But I'm hoping for the sickness that a lawsuit will pay If you want a Paul Kelly power ballad son then f** the meags Sparking your gla**ware and darkening your cutlery Scraping an empty sack you better take the henny back I dropped my savings on this tour I'm strapped for petty cash Spitting ain't the way to catch a million, son I'm ill, and still, I'm splitting bills with illegitimate funds, yeah I work two sh**ty jobs to make the cash to build a better scene Blazing trails on nothing but raw pa**ion and amphetamines Drop my first album way back when I was seventeen These posers make more money in a week than I have ever seen Twenty-one and broke, ain't so easy being serene Til' I crank the f**ing Bennies, turn it up and f**ing light the green