| 12619 |
I've been brutalized, computerized, punched in and punched out. |
Twisted Sister, |
Tear It Loose |
| 12620 |
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left. These so called vacations will soon be my death. |
Spirit of the West, |
Home For A Rest |
| 12621 |
I've never had a job because I never wanted one. |
The Smiths, |
You've Got Everything Now |
| 12622 |
Jump out of bed and I stumble to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of ambition and yawn and stretch and try to come alive. |
Dolly Parton, |
9 To 5 |
| 12623 |
Keep your day job, 'til your night job pays. |
Grateful Dead, |
Day Job |
| 12624 |
Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety, you fight for the throne and you travel alone. |
Bob Dylan, |
No Time To Think |
| 12625 |
Monday, I've got Friday on my mind. |
Easybeats, |
Friday On My Mind |
| 12626 |
Movin' to Montana soon, gonna be a dental floss tycoon. |
Frank Zappa, |
Montana |
| 12627 |
Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time. |
Bob Seger, |
Against The Wind |
| 12628 |
My mother says to get a job, but she don't like the one she's got. |
Green Day, |
Long View |
| 12629 |
Now I got a job, but it don't pay. |
The Clash, |
Train In Vain |
| 12630 |
Now you're climbing to the top of the company ladder, hope it doesn't take too long. Can't you see there'll come a day when it won't matter, come a day when you'll be gone. |
Boston, |
Peace Of Mind |
| 12631 |
Please take these hands, throw them in the river. Wash away the things they never held. Please take these hands, throw me in the river. Don't let me drown before the workday ends. |
Thursday, |
For the Workforce Drowning |
| 12632 |
Press the button, pump the water, build the pressure, push the piston, press the button. It's the perfect job. |
Tori Amos, |
The Happy Worker |
| 12633 |
Punch in the timer, I'm late again, sneak in the back way. |
Bell and James, |
Livin' It Up |
| 12634 |
Red lights, green lights, stop and go jive. Headlines, deadlines, jamming your mind. |
Billy Squire, |
Lonely Is The Night |
| 12635 |
Rushing to the treadmill. |
Creedence Clearwater Revival, |
Commotion |
| 12636 |
Saving nickels, saving dimes, working 'til the sun don't shine, looking forward to happier times. |
Roy Orbison; Linda Ronstadt, |
Blue Bayou |
| 12637 |
Science chases money, and money chases its tail, and the best minds of my generation cannot make bail. |
Ani Difranco, |
Garden Of Simple |
| 12638 |
Secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts on a red light street. |
The Police, |
Synchronicity II |