The Daily Grind Is a Death Sentence

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
The early alarm is a terrible hum
My fingers are stiff and my senses are wrung
I’m pressing a collar to wear to the block
Watching the minute hand crawl to the top
The elevator drops to the fluorescent glare
I’m a perfectly healthy ghost in a chair.

[Chorus]
Oh, the daily grind is a death sentence
I'm doing hard labor, I'm faking penance
Chained to the desk by a cordless mouse
The ghost of the month in a corporate house
It’s a 50-year term with a fortnight of leave
Just enough time to remember to grieve.

[Verse 2]
The water cooler bubbles like a poison brew
I’m trading my youth for a quarterly mark
We gather around for the morning review
And Slide 37 of the revenue deck is stopping my heart
The cubicle walls are a velvet-lined box
I'm measuring my life by the coffee pot.

[Bridge]
The beautiful paradox keeping me fed
I'm earning a living by hanging by threads
I run to the office to capture the prize
But the overhead lighting is rotting my mind
We worship the Friday, we sweat at the screen
Begging for grace from the vending machine.

[Chorus]
Oh, the daily grind is a death sentence
I'm doing hard labor, I'm faking penance
Chained to the desk by a cordless mouse
The ghost of the month in a corporate house
It’s a 50-year term with a fortnight of leave
Just enough time to remember to grieve.

[Outro]
So type it out, draft the appeal
Tell the committee exactly how you feel
The daily grind...
Yeah, the daily grind...
I’d make a break for the fire escape, honestly,
But my lower back isn't what it used to be.
Guess I'll just sit here.