Backpains and Agony - The Infested

Every morning the alarm bells

Pierce my drums and then I smell that smell

In this bed so nice and warm

But I know the room I’m in’s so cold

Ignore the time for just five minutes more

Coz my brains not ticking over for sure

Why can’t I just wake in my own time

Why can’t I just lay in this time

The clouds are pissing acid rain

And the air I breath, my lungs decay

Mindless zombies walk down the street

Why?

All we need to do is eat

Nine to five, five days a week

And the cars are clogging up the streets

Depression and boredom sets in my head

Why did I bother getting out of bed?

This isn’t life, this is called slavery

No matter how you dress it up

Subject to work, back pains and agony

Are we really better off?

Every night I’d lay awake

Worrying about the mistakes I made

Nightmares of the day ahead

Another day of ass kissing that I can’t take

So I shoved it, left them in shit

It sure felt good just for a bit

But now my bank account is dry

And begging for the day I get another try

I hate work, work hates me