Rat race
Ring ding
Get up
Time for work
Chop chop
Dont stop
Its monday
Youv got bills to pay
Fill up on your coffee
You pale faced baggy eyed
Waste of space
Your a number now get in order
Your property
A white collared slave to the trade
Now behave
Do what I say
No time for questions
You rodent
You crumb of cement
I'll punish you to a 9 till 5
Torment
For your conformity
You weak spirited
Blind to the truth
Piece of decay
