Working Class Whore Songtext
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Working Class Whore Songtext
I can feel the pressure coming down from all around
So many deadlines to meet
Life has gotten crazy again
So many people counting on me
I keep my nose pressed to the grindstone
I find comfort there
I work for a living and I get it done
I don′t have a moment to spare
You think you've got me figured out
Well there′s not really too much more
I work for a living and I get it done
I'm just another working class whore
I put in the overtime on the corporate ladder climb
I'm respected inside these walls
I make my journey home to watch TV all alone
Outside I′m nothing at all
So many times I wish I could
Make a difference in this world
But I work for a living and I get it done
I do just as I′m told
You think you've got me figured out
Well there′s not really too much more
I work for a living and I get it done
I'm just another working class whore
Day in day out same old thing
I′m a slave to this grind
For all the work I do to keep myself ahead
I wonder what I leave behind
Rent, water, power, phone, insurance to pay
On health, life, auto, and home
I'll wake up old and I won′t fit the mold And I'll be out on my own
I'm just another working class whore
So many deadlines to meet
Life has gotten crazy again
So many people counting on me
I keep my nose pressed to the grindstone
I find comfort there
I work for a living and I get it done
I don′t have a moment to spare
You think you've got me figured out
Well there′s not really too much more
I work for a living and I get it done
I'm just another working class whore
I put in the overtime on the corporate ladder climb
I'm respected inside these walls
I make my journey home to watch TV all alone
Outside I′m nothing at all
So many times I wish I could
Make a difference in this world
But I work for a living and I get it done
I do just as I′m told
You think you've got me figured out
Well there′s not really too much more
I work for a living and I get it done
I'm just another working class whore
Day in day out same old thing
I′m a slave to this grind
For all the work I do to keep myself ahead
I wonder what I leave behind
Rent, water, power, phone, insurance to pay
On health, life, auto, and home
I'll wake up old and I won′t fit the mold And I'll be out on my own
I'm just another working class whore
Writer(s): James Cherry, Scott Radinsky, Mike Harder, Tyler Rebbe, Jordan Lieberman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com