"Dollar" lyrics
Rising Tide & Mike Love Lyrics
Swing that hammer mop that floor
Everybody's working for that dollar
Paycheck to paycheck
This noose around my neck
Sometimes I wish I was dead
There's got to be something better than this rat race
I can't keep up the pace
I drink myself off to bed wake up and do it again
Oh it's just clock in clock out clock in again
When will this shift ever end?
Hey boss man can you give me a raise?
Hey, times are tough, you're lucky you're getting paid
But I've been working here for over 20 years
Shut up, back to work, did I make myself clear?
What about the tax can you cut me some slack?
Actually it looks like you're not getting a refund back
And as a matter of fact, you owe a little bit more
I hope there wasn't anything you were saving for
Is this reality, how it's supposed to be?
All my energy, working for the dollar
Paycheck to paycheck
This noose around my neck
Sometimes I wish I was dead
There's got to be something better than this rat race
I can't keep up the pace
I drink myself off to bed wake up and do it again
Oh it's just clock in clock out, it's always the same
When did I put on my these chains?
Oh was it from birth?
They started chipping away at my self worth
Oh or was it in church?
Over in Sunday fools or was it public school?
Where I learned the 4 food groups
False nutrition just to keep us slipping
Better buy what the preacher sells
Or else I will end up in hell
But if hell really does exist
It can't be that much worse than this
It's recess please can I go out to play?
You didn't finish your work so you'll have to stay
But my brain is fried, can I go outside?
He's having trouble focusing and he's falling behind
Tell me Dad, what are you feeding this boy?
McDonald's every day, he likes the happy meal toy
I'll prescribe him this pill, it'll help him sit still
What about the side effects? Will he change? Will he still
Be my little boy, my bundle of joy?
Lost his innocence. The expense of the dollar
Paycheck to paycheck
This noose around my neck
Sometimes I wish I was dead
There's got to be something better than this rat race
I can't keep up the pace
I drink myself off to bed wake up and do it again
Swing that hammer mop that floor
Everybody's working for that dollar
Everybody's working for that dollar
Paycheck to paycheck
This noose around my neck
Sometimes I wish I was dead
There's got to be something better than this rat race
I can't keep up the pace
I drink myself off to bed wake up and do it again
Oh it's just clock in clock out clock in again
When will this shift ever end?
Hey boss man can you give me a raise?
Hey, times are tough, you're lucky you're getting paid
But I've been working here for over 20 years
Shut up, back to work, did I make myself clear?
What about the tax can you cut me some slack?
Actually it looks like you're not getting a refund back
And as a matter of fact, you owe a little bit more
I hope there wasn't anything you were saving for
Is this reality, how it's supposed to be?
All my energy, working for the dollar
Paycheck to paycheck
This noose around my neck
Sometimes I wish I was dead
There's got to be something better than this rat race
I can't keep up the pace
I drink myself off to bed wake up and do it again
Oh it's just clock in clock out, it's always the same
When did I put on my these chains?
Oh was it from birth?
They started chipping away at my self worth
Oh or was it in church?
Over in Sunday fools or was it public school?
Where I learned the 4 food groups
False nutrition just to keep us slipping
Better buy what the preacher sells
Or else I will end up in hell
But if hell really does exist
It can't be that much worse than this
It's recess please can I go out to play?
You didn't finish your work so you'll have to stay
But my brain is fried, can I go outside?
He's having trouble focusing and he's falling behind
Tell me Dad, what are you feeding this boy?
McDonald's every day, he likes the happy meal toy
I'll prescribe him this pill, it'll help him sit still
What about the side effects? Will he change? Will he still
Be my little boy, my bundle of joy?
Lost his innocence. The expense of the dollar
Paycheck to paycheck
This noose around my neck
Sometimes I wish I was dead
There's got to be something better than this rat race
I can't keep up the pace
I drink myself off to bed wake up and do it again
Swing that hammer mop that floor
Everybody's working for that dollar
