[Verse 1]
Waking up so early
I'm tired of this 9 to 5
My back is always hurting
It's getting harder just to stay alive
I've got to work and check my credit
I hate to say it but my dad was right
I guess I just don't get it
How some people put up such a fight

[Chorus 1]
And if my fifty years should fall
And I'm complacent with it all
Living to work is not to live
Then may my savior take my breath
An artist dies an artist's death
And then there's nothing left to give
When they got nothing left to give

[Verse 2]
Stop and quit your bitching
This living shit, it ain't so bad
Just go clean up your kitchen
'Cause honestly it's getting sad
How the fuck you think the world works?
You can work or you can starve and die
I know your fucking back hurts
But you're lucky just to be alive
​[Chorus 2]
And if my sixty years should fall
And I complain about it all
Not live to work but work to live
Then may my savior take my breath
An artist dies an artist's death
When they got nothing left to give
When they got nothing else to give