Worker Bee Waltz

INTRO
I go to work, I go to home, I go to sleep, I go to wake, I go again...

VERSE 1:
My muscles twitch with the stress of life
My testicles itch from my sexual strife. I go to work
And the traffic is bad
All the drivers mad, I go to home
With my aching pain, and my tired brain. I go to sleep
And I swim in creme, I’m the creme de la creme,
As I rise like steam, the best part of my dream, I go to wake

VERSE 2:
Now I have all the facts, but half a plan
I’m a quarter late, and an empty man, I go to work
I am a meaningless tool
Just a corporate mule. I go to home
And now it is straight to bed
A glass of wine, a cigarette. I go to sleep
We are kissing on the beach, and she is smelling like a peach
Now my body is numb, and I am about to go. I go to wake

CHORUS:
And now the weekend is here, I will meet you my dear
For a brunch in the delicate sun
And I call on my friend, the one who transcends
The mere acquaintances in my life

VERSE 3:
Now my feet are on fire, my mind is frayed
My day is delayed, and I think that my mother thinks that I am gay, I go to work...
How could I misconstrue
That my report is due. I go to home...
It is time for a drink
Whiskey I think. I go to sleep...
And I flee from my boss, and know my life will be lost
About to be dead, from a shot to the head, I go to wake....

VERSE 4:
I am sinking now, in the ocean of fate
A solution for this problem, I cannot create. I go to work...
And my boss is a prick with a little prick’s dick. I go to home
I get lost in the TV
To be the bourgeoisie. I go to sleep.
And now I am in command, and these snakes will understand
I have the power in my limbs, to change the world at a whim. I go to wake...

CHORUS 2:
And as the holidays come, I go back where I’m from
To fight with the ones that I love
And wherever I roam I am missing my home
I return there as soon as I can

But for now . . .