Tumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of ambition...yawning and stretching and try to come to life, jump in the shower and the blood starts pumping. Out on the streets the traffic starts jumping with folks like me, on the job from nine to five.
Working nine to five, what a way to make a living, barely getting by. It's all taking and no giving. They just use you mind and they never give you credit. It's enough to drive you crazy, if you let it.
Nine to five, for service and devotion; you would think that I would deserve a fair promotion, want to move ahead. But the boss won't seem to let me. I swear, sometimes that man is out to get me.
They let your dream, just a' watch 'em shatter. You're just a step on the boss man's ladder; but you got dream he'll never take away.
In the same boat with a lot of your friends, waiting for the day your ship 'll come in. The tide's gonna turn an' it's all gonna roll you away.
Nine to five, yeah, they got you where they want you. There's a better life, and you think about it don't you? It's a rich man's game, no matter what they call it..and you spend your life putting money in his wallet.
Working nine to five, what a way to make a living, barely getting by. It's all taking and no giving. They just use you mind and they never give you credit. It's enough to drive you crazy, if you love it.
~Thanks to Dolly Parton for her song 9 to 5.
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I liked your pictures better on here! I know they are the same pics, and I liked them before, but they look even better bigger and with the black background. Very nice!
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