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Songtexte: Q-factor. Career Day.

Full time's a fool's time, time spent unwise.
A nut on a bolt in a machine I despise.
Selling away my life just so I can live.
It doesn't make much sense, yet I still punch in.
To another eight hours.
What am I doing here? Meaningless labor.
When do I escape here?
Life stopping, clock watching, as if I really care about the money they make and the little they share.
Sitting at the bottom of the corporate ladder.
Getting stampeded by the ones who feel it matters.
For another eight hours.
What am I doing here? Meaningless labor.
When do I escape here?
I remember career day back at school, yeah.
They couldn't fool me, but I guess they fooled you.
No, I don't want to be a working stiff loser.
For now, i do what I gotta do, but I don't ever want to end up like you.
For the rest of my life.