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I’m going to bed, I’m stuck in hell,
One more day 'til my knock-off bell.
Worked long days and slept short nights,
Tonight I’ll fly high like Franklin’s kite.
Put a fork in me, I’m done,
I’ve forgotten everything fun,
Brain clocked out before I’ve begun,
Oh remind me: what is fun?
Please lay me down gently, I’ve done my best,
Let the blacks of my eyelids put me to rest.
I was so naive to believe that life was a test;
This universe is chaos, we’re just stuck in its mess.
I’m going to bed, I’m stuck in hell,
One more day 'til my knock-off bell.
Worked long days and slept short nights,
Tonight I’ll fly high like Franklin’s kite.
Put a fork in me, I’m done,
I’ve forgotten everything fun,
Brain clocked out before I’ve begun,
Oh remind me: what is fun?
Please lay me down gently, I’ve done my best,
Let the blacks of my eyelids put me to rest.
I was so naive to believe that life was a test;
This universe is chaos, we’re just stuck in its mess.
You are not alone Feels.
Bugger - link doesn’t work. Roy Orbison’s Working for the Man. Eternal truth circa 1962.