I Want A Day

10.50, 3 minutes till, till 11 I don`t want the alarm again 9.30, 3 minutes till, on the way to work, not smiling I know time to go and punch my card in Today, just another day at eleven Got to help, so much to tidy up, too much too soon I want a day, where I don`t have to get up Sometimes I`m sick of being in a rut I want a day, where I don`t have to go to work This low life job makes me feel like a jerk So dirty, burnt fingers to the bone Not fair to be left in this job all alone No help, no credit for making this Evil machine doesn`t stop Am I going to spend every day of my life Living this way NO WAY!