Working is ass

Make a song about a shelf and the way work has been killing us and this damn styrofoam keeps getting in our way. We’re underpaid and overworked

Stacks and stacks, just another day

In a world where we bend and sway

Battling the clutter, fighting through the mess

Work dragging us down, can’t even catch our breath

There’s a shelf loaded high, crammed with dreams and despair

Items of our hopes, lost in the suffocating air

Underpaid, overworked, the weight’s too much to bear

Styrofoam peanuts, in every motion, everywhere

We’re trapped in this cycle, no end in sight

Bleeding through the seams, trying to make it right

The world’s piling up, like debris in the way

Gotta break free, find a brighter day

This shelf of burdens, we’re just trying to survive

Work’s killing our spirits, but we keep the hope alive

Styrofoam in our face, trying to slow us down

But we’re rising above, breaking free from the ground

Listen to the silence, the chaos in our minds

Dream of a day when the light’s gonna shine

No more stacks, no more trays of waste

Just freedom and dignity, a better place

So we’ll keep on climbing, through the dust and foam

Turning this chaos into a place called home

Underpaid, overused, but we'll stand tall

One day this shelf will crumble, and we’ll break the wall