Overtime

Oh yeah, it's real frightening
to think someone owns everything
Oh Wee Oh
We got your Savior in our pocket
Try to make sure that no one could
ever own a little piece of me

Who owns what
and what does one say
they can truly own?
I know it's an illusion, but try to
tell the landlord of my home
A tiny little box is all and you're
that I know can handle
try to raise a kid in there and
use the room that's like an angle

Trying to thin us out
Some kind of genocide amongst
the classes
Hoping we'll all kill each other
til a generation passes
That's if we can find the time
between the kids and work
and sleep and working at
some shitty job with no
respect, but lots of fucking
overtime, and then to bed

Stay up too late, you'll never
get up in time for work
So go to sleep and try
to dream of killing your boss