Life is a gift I wish it away Takes all of my will to get through the day They say that Iâm blessed with a factory job Instead I feel cursed like Odysseusâ dog
A dog that rolls over just for a bone but longs to go out and play I spend my strength on this unyielding stone and I know that tomorrow Iâll do the same thing as today
I spend all my time at something I hate Oh howâd I get here? I guess its just fate Its good to provide for those whom you love So gather your strength and give one more shove
At work I slog through a river of mud while the clock seems to stand still The Son of Sisyphus slavinâ away just to drag and to push and to roll that great rock up the hill
The older I get the less that I know It ainât over yet but I want to let go
Like Prometheus chained to the cliff the vultures gnaw me inside And though I heal up at night when Iâm home I know they will find me again âcause at work I canât hide