As Cartney wrote "8 days a week" Without gettin paid That is what you do The air you breath is full of smoke In your rat hole You feel wasted Sleeping on your dirty desk Your fingers bleeding, you are broke You are waiting You feel wasted You are sure it pays off Cold soup, this is how you get it Work like a dog Get nothing Your mom won't help you anymore Your friend's wallet You feel wasted Became your very last hope Alone and hungry in your bed What's the reason? You feel wasted This is your love, it's killing you Cold soup, this is how you get it Work like a dog Get nothing