The Defibulators Working Class lyrics

I got stuck in the Working Class
It's a class I ain't ever gonna pass
I'm gonna punch a clock ‘till my neck turns blue
Tell me what the hell else am I supposed to do

My momma was a pauper & my papa was a prick
they sent me off to college but I didn't learn shit
I got an A in drinking, and also F'n lit
Yeah I'll be happy to admit I wasn't cut for it.

I grew a crop of credit cards and never saw the bill
It didn't seem to matter, I always had my fill
When I tried to do accounting, it wouldn't add up
So I got into a truck and that door slammed shut

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I could've been a doctor, I should've been a shrink
But I didn't see the point to earn
more dough than I could drink.
I got some big ideas, I doubt I'll hammer out
but if you buy a round of stout, I'll tell you all about

I'll give up all my time if they can let me get my hours
Slinging sawdust in a pen or pushing paper in a tower
Just keep the checks a coming and I'll keep my self employed

and when the weekend comes, oh boy
I'll get myself destroyed

And I'll wake up poor
And I'll do it again
And I'll struggle some more
Just don't let nobody ask me who I'm working for…

Yeah, I'd like to be a honcho,
I'd like to work from home
If some one out there wants to pay me
to drink bourbon all alone

Instead I'll keep my head down,
do my eight and hit the gate
And if to this you can relate,
you'll prob'ly share my fate…

If you get stuck in the Working Class
It's a class you ain't ever gonna pass
Yer gonna punch a clock‘till your neck turns blue
Tell me what the hell else are you supposed to do.