Money Woes

We work at jobs that we don't really like,
Put ourselves into boxes that are really too tight,
We wake in the morning,
Tired and yawning,
Pull ourselves out the door,
A new day is dawning.

Another new day,
Of this slavery,
Where is my life?
Where is me?
We do what we're told,
Just to get paid,
But the bills they keep on rising,
Whilst wages stay the same.

Our jobs never really pay us enough,
But if we talk to the boss he'll just say, "Times are tough,"
So we scrimp and we worry,
Keep our heads above water,
For the sake of our families,
Our sons and our daughters.

And if we seek escape from this misery,
The adverts will tell us:
Buy a car, some new clothes,
And set yourself free!
Don't worry yourself,
About getting in debt,
We'll make extra money,
When you forget,
To meet the next payment,
Maybe you're struggling a bit,
But don't worry,
We'll charge you extra,
For getting in sh*t.

And then we feel bad,
Drop our heads in shame,
Because we've missed,
A payment again.
But the system, the system,
Just wants us in debt,
So we'll be slaves eternal,
So that we will forget,
What it's really like,
To feel happy and free,
What it's really like,
To be you and me.