I used to live life like I was a freaking holiday
Now I'm being dragged down by knowing that I'm just another Working day
Working Day
Working Day
Just another working day

My eyes open in the morning and I see that is just me
Punching my time card
Punching my time card
Punching my time card

When the hell --where the hell
Was I
When I fell under the evil spell
An evil evil evil spell
When I sold my soul
And my body
My self-control..and didn't notice
How everything around me
Had just gotten so **** shoddy...
   ........ AND SO.....
...I really really really want to know
Where the hell did I go did I go
And I didn't ..I just didn't know
Didn't know didn't know
That I had been pushed down so **** low...so **** low ...so ****** low

So **** deep in this freakin rut
That I can find no way out
The paycheck never makes the cut
Just enough to pay a few bills and buy some more doubt

When  the vast horizon swallows up the Setting Sun
The Setting Sun
The Setting Sun

And normally that would be a Pleasant View
But I just noticed something...
... that I never knew never knew
Never never never never knew
That  Setting Sun and the horizon
To which it just went behind

Is really just the upper Edge of this ever deepening rut
That I have found myself in --and so once again
I have to wonder when I quit living like I was a freaking holiday
And how I became just another working day
Working Day
Working Day

So then... lower my horizons...
....or raise our **** pay.