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
Created & Maintained by: Kimberly Rozenek Last Updated: 6/10/2018 Copyright 2010-2018 Culture Shock with Middle Class Records in association with Knightstalker Records
