Lyrics Stickin (Oliver Twizt remix) - SonicC
I'm
working
this
day
job
all
week
long*
With
the
nine
to
fivers
where
I
don't
belong.
It's
a
means
to
an
end
and
it's
not
permanent,
When
the
night
comes
I
start
my
shift
in
entertainment.
The
clock
strikes
five
and
there's
no
doubt,
That
the
working
day
is
over
and
I
want
out.
Minimum
wage
is
a
maximum
pain,
But
it
often
typically
comes
with
the
trade.
Labouring
is
a
drag
but
gives
me
the
skills,
To
tour
in
the
van
but
to
still
pay
my
bills.
If
you
graft
through
the
valley
of
the
shadow
of
shit,
You'll
be
amazed
what
you
can
get
if
you
work
hard
for
it.
I've
been
working
this
day
job,
With
the
nine
to
fivers
where
I
don't
belong.
One
thing
I
know
is
that
the
bottom
of
the
ocean
ain't
too
low,
To
start
a
punk
rock
revolution
in
this
disco.
And
I'll
say,
hey
hey,
Weekday,
you're
in
my
way,
move.
If
my
story
sounds
similar
to
yours
in
any
way,
Working
for
the
man
as
a
slave
to
low
pay.
Just
know
you're
not
alone
in
the
way
that
you
feel,
And
your
expression
is
yours
and
that
no-one
can
steal.
If
you're
struggling
to
get
by,
to
make
ends
meet.
Feeling
unimportant
or
obsolete,
Just
remember
the
message
in
the
words
in
this
song,
Hum
the
melody
in
your
head
or
sing
along.
I've
been
working
this
day
job,
With
the
nine
to
fivers
where
I
don't
belong.
One
thing
I
know
is
that
the
bottom
of
the
ocean
ain't
too
low,
To
start
a
punk
rock
revolution
in
this
disco.
And
I'll
say,
hey
hey,
Weekday,
you're
in
my
way.
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