Dull Boy by Dual Core Lyrics

On the grind non-stop, both hands on the clock
Twenty-four seven cause this life is a job
My singular pennies aren't worth gold to fools
Cause he who has the gold in this world makes the rules
Taxes and mortgage they already seek
The 80 in my name goes to hours every week
Two jobs, one life - one day, one night
My cubicle prison hides me from the sunlight
Lost on a cycle, I barely sleep phases
I see no promotion, just CEO raises
My regimen changes as temperament rages
If only my bills had presidents' faces
Stupid solutions, executives got em
Cause adding more managers must solve the problem
Staring at monitors, eyes going blind
Plus carpal tunnel from coding overtime

All work and no play makes a dull boy
All work and no play makes a dull boy
All work and no pay makes me a poor boy
All work and no pay makes me a poor boy
All work and no pay makes me a poor boy
All work and no pay makes me a poor boy
All work and no pay makes me a poor boy
All work and no pay makes me a poor boy
Back to the grind, gotta start it up fast
Can't tell this week apart from the last
Sit through meetings, leave without speaking
Stay late on Fridays come in the whole weekend
Idiots, failures, customers, clients
Chairmen, executives, VPs, tyrants
Names all the same, there's no denying it
Learn the terminology, know your environment
Tired of treadmill pace in the rat race
Searching the maze for the cheese giving chase
Really quite different, feeling out of place
Watching the bosses stuffing their fat face
Overworked, underpaid, see my frustration
So much to do can't even use my vacation
Technical lead on a one person team
But this doesn't seem like the American dream

All work and no play makes a dull boy
All work and no play makes a dull boy
All work and no pay makes me a poor boy
All work and no pay makes me a poor boy
All work and no pay makes me a poor boy
All work and no pay makes me a poor boy
All work and no pay makes me a poor boy
All work and no pay makes me a poor boy