Gotta drop this ****,
get out
get free
let it all fall away
this isn't for me.

Half lit
just awake
I hurt
how I ache,
gotta drop this **** and
get out.

Work and the contract,
odds stacked against me
and the click is the clock
clubbing the minutes which
rock, let them roll over me,
I want to be free.

The rota says nine,
but this time I'm ready,
unsteady?
possibly and the clock holds
a deathly chill as I **** it again.

Gotta drop this **** out or it will be the death of me
It's taking the best and the worst and holding my breath
I see the future on a payslip
less deductions.