(Return To) 9-5 - The Bennies

I’m gonna go and go get my own

Steal everything until I feel my home

And I don’t really care what they say to me

Having no money is to truly be free

Cos you can’t find work and you ain’t got time

So you rock it to the rhythm and it’s a life of crime

Every day you wake up and complain that it’s insane

Then you wait for the train that’s the late again

All aboard, it’s the stress express

Waste the next eight hours banging your head on your fucking desk

Then you’re back in the traffic all alone

You’re on your way home another clone with an iPhone

Now it’s time for a fast food dinner

With every little bite you make your hair a little thinner

Spread out on your couch, you try to unwind

But every night you find it’s harder to switch off your mind

There’s gotta be more to life than running behind

Humankind weren’t designed for a pressure cooking daily grind

Found a place to practice where it didn’t cost a dime

But we fucked it up royal when they rolled us that time

And all that we know is the rider at the show

And I’m searching for our wealth that on no tree grow

Pack of cigarettes could cost a lung these days

But I’m hoping for the sickness that a lawsuit will pay

If you want a Paul Kelly power ballad son then fuck the meags

Sparking your glassware and darkening your cutlery

Scraping an empty sack you better take the henny back

I dropped my savings on this tour I’m strapped for petty cash

Spitting ain’t the way to catch a million, son

I’m ill, and still, I’m splitting bills with illegitimate funds, yeah

I work two shitty jobs to make the cash to build a better scene

Blazing trails on nothing but raw passion and amphetamines

Drop my first album way back when I was seventeen

These posers make more money in a week than I have ever seen

Twenty-one and broke, ain’t so easy being serene

Til' I crank the fucking Bennies, turn it up and fucking light the green