Dead End Songtext
von Former Critics

Ripped away from my sweet dreams
To the sound of an alarm screaming
Ugh, ok, just give me five more minutes
Drag myself out of my bed
Sit in traffic and pretend
That I won′t have to do this for forever

I don't wanna die at my nine to five
I don′t wanna waste more of my time
Daydream about what it must be like
To live your life
I don't wanna die at my
I don't wanna die at my
I don′t wanna die at my
Nine to five


The rich get richer and the broke stay broke
And the american dream is a goddamn joke
There′s no time for dreaming
When you're chained to corporations
Work your life away, away, away
For a week of vacation

I don′t wanna die at my nine to five
I don't wanna waste more of my time
Daydream about what it must be like
To live your life
I don′t wanna die at my
I don't wanna die at my
I don′t wanna die at my
Nine to five

I hate
That you
Have any say over what I do
And when
I decide to do it
If I called in dead would you approve it


I don't wanna die at my nine to five
I don't wanna waste more of my time
Daydream about what it must be like
To live your life
I don′t wanna die at my
I don′t wanna die at my
I don't wanna die at my
Nine to five

This can′t be right
This can't be right