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(Verse)

The alarm goes off and out of bed
My feet hit the floor,
Every morning the same routine
Before I’m out the door.

Seems as though I’ve worked for years
But never can get anywhere
All I have to show for my time
Are lines and this gray hair.

(Chorus)

Is this all there is to life
All work and not much play
Is this all there is to life
Up at the break of day

I work my fingers to the bone
Hoping the day will pass
Is this all there is to life
No fun for the working class.

(Verse)

All my friends keep making plans
For a big weekend ahead
But I just drag to work each day
Feeling like I’m half-dead.

I slave so hard to earn this pay
There never is enough
With all these hungry mouths to feed
My life is getting tough.

(Chorus)

Is this all there is to life
All work and not much play
Is this all there is to life
Getting up at the break of day.
I work my fingers to the bone
Hoping the day will pass
Is this all there is to life
No fun for the working class.