Working for a Living

8 bucks an hour is what I’m worth
Putting shingles on houses that I can’t afford
That’s 64 for an 8 hour day
A family of 4 can’t live that way

So now I’m working nights, parking cars at the club
On a good night I make fifty bucks
I take it all home and I add it all up
Somehow an 80 hour week just ain’t enough

Something ‘bout this math just don’t add up
Something ‘bout this math just don’t add up

I’m working for a living, I’m working for a living
I’m working for a living, and it’s turning me cold
I’m working for a living, I’m working for a living
I’m working for a living, and it’s turning me cold

My wife says, “Babe, we really need a vacation”
But she don’t know our situation
I’m falling, falling, falling behind
Sir, don’t make me look like a loser in my baby’s eyes

I never used to be so cold and cruel
I never used to be so cold and cruel

I’m working for a living, I’m working for a living
I’m working for a living, and it’s turning me cold
I’m working for a living, I’m working for a living
I’m working for a living, and it’s turning me cold