WORKING MAN'S CREED
By RW Taylor

I wake up every morning feeling tired and stressed
I stumble out of bed and make myself get dressed
I trudge out to my car and I drive on to that place
Where I spend all of my time, in the corporate rat race

I hate my job, but I have a real need
So I’m living my life by the working man’s creed

My clothes are slightly wrinkled…I’ll admit it, I’m a slob
My attitude’s depressed because I hate my f…king job
My eyes are on the clock all day; you know I’m waiting for
5 o clock to roll around so I can hit the door.

I hate my job, but I have a real need
So I’m living every day by the working man’s creed

Pink slips are flying, and jobs are being lost
The company’s downsizing now to beat that extra cost
Jobs are going over seas because it’s true you see
That slave wages over there cut business cost by three

I hate my job, but I have a real need
So I’ll live…and likely die by the working man’s creed
One day if I’m lucky, and in the right place
I’ll find me a chance to escape the rat race

But until that time, that incredible day
I will live by the creed and work for my pay