Bottom Rung

Me, I’m part of the machine
The bottom rung of the company
The only time I start to worry
Is when the machine becomes part of me
Me and my self esteem…,
I’d like to go back to sleep
But even my dreams these days
Have work related scenes
Friday night I went out for a drink
Saturday and Sunday I was free
Free to sleep
Free to read
Freedom from security
They take away my whole day
They’re taking my soul away
Taking my heart and soul
For products useless anyway
Me, when I was younger I thought I was free
How much wronger could I be?
The company will grind on careless
With or without me
Friday night I went out for a drink
Saturday and Sunday I was free
Free to read
Free to drink
Freedom from security