Working for the Man  Lyrics by: Michael Briney & Beverly Richards  Music by: Michael Briney  ~  Middle Class Records

Verse 1:

    Six AM comes the morning light,
    feeling worn down from the previous night.
    On the highway my anxiety builds,
    Can I make it through the day?
    As I clock in bad news fills my ears,
    Not what I wanted to hear.
    The day has just started and nothing is right.
    That’s what I feared the previous night.

PChs:

    Some people say….. Be glad you’ll have pay…. Cuz
    (Be glad you’ll have pay…. Cuz)

Chorus:

    (I’m working for the man, )
     Is this guy for real?
    (I’m working for the man)
    Massive ego made of steel.

Verse 2:

    The man’s on a rampage, our heads on his plate.
    Deliveries late & the vendors complain.
    The day is so long it’s not nothing like fun.
    I knew the T.P.S. would never get done.

PChs2:

    They say life’s like a ride, I feel like homicide, Cuz
    (I feel like homicide, Cuz)

Chorus 2:

    (I’m working for the man)
    He makes Scrooge look like a stooge
    (I’m working for the man)
    Intimidation no inspiration

Bridge:

    (Make those parts!)
    Huh!Not enough time!
    (Load those trucks!)
    Huh!I’m still on break.
    (Finish that report!)
    Well!You can go to hell!!

Chorus 3:

    Because I’m working for the man
    With delusions of god-hood
    (I’m working for the man.)
    He’s never wrong.
    I’m working for the man
    I am no fan

    Is there no end in sight?
    (Oh Yeah)
    I Quit

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Created & Maintained by: Kimberly Rozenek  Last Updated:  9/15/2017   Copyright 2017 Culture Shock with Middle Class Records in association with Knightstalker Records

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