All I hear is talk about success.
Words that come through one ear and get stuck deep in the chest
Money, fame, a leading career
But all I got is debt, a bad temp job, and a cold cracked beer.
Bills keep accumulating, time is running short
Unfulfilled dreams in every adult life, makes you wonder if it’s all even worth a shot
If my morals were a bit lower and my chest a bit bigger I would already be a stripper
Life’s set up so you are born a quitter
Started from the bottom and stayed there
Because can’t climb a mountain without the proper gear
Don’t have money for the hooks, nor the time to hit the books
In this date and time, I’d probably be better off investing in my looks
Working full time, studying full time, living part time,
Do it for now, because this is it, you are at your prime.
It’s only temporary, it’s all worth it because you are climbing the corporate ladder,
Your work is timed, you better not use off the company’s time. Better hold onto your bladder
Maybe I’m better off trying to climb up that stripper pole
Because exposing yourself seems better than this slow mental death. Come on stare at my hole
Because my mind is gone, didn’t make any gold, just kept on the digging
Here I am swinging, and tripping, you better keep on tipping.
