Nine to five, I'm still alive
Seven to eleven, wrong side of heaven
Hands ground down, down to the bone

And I won't settle anymore
Eyes on the prize
Pedal to the metal
I'll be long gone
Before the dust settles
Eyes on the prize
Pedal to the metal
I'll be long gone
Before the dust settles
I'm gone

Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime
That's why I shit on company time
I'll take the inch, then I'll take a mile
And I'll just walk on through the fire

If I want it, then I'll take it
And I'll make it

Turn on the radio and what do you hear
The same old bullshit being played year after year
A manufactured image being pounded in our ears
The reason why to me, just seems so un-fuckin'-clear

If I want it, then I'll take it
And I'll make it
Call me crazy, call me lazy
But I won't back down