Just left school, nice and clean
Power tool man machine
Steady job, nine to five
Wonder if I'm still alive
I'm completely bored
Nationally insured
Life is not so hard
When they stamp your card
9 to 5 pollution blues
Only got my soul to lose
Wish I didn't have to choose
Standing in a dead man's shoes
My armpits smell my breath is bad
I look like hell I feel so sad
Rotten fruit between my toes
In my suit I decompose
Standing on my own
My flesh comes off the bone
My boiled potato brain
Tells me that I'm sane
9 to 5 pollution blues
Only got my soul to lose
Wish I didn't have to choose
Standing in a dead man's shoes
Soon be old, when I die
Another mold, a new supply
See no future, no escape
Mother nature changing shape
The day that I was born
A number on a form
Said that I'd arrived
And must be utilized
9 to 5 pollution blues
Only got my soul to lose
Wish I didn't have to choose
Standing in a dead man's shoes