Crawling through the doors onto cold floors
they provide no sympathy for what i feel inside
just tonight, i gotta get through tonight
just to crawl back into my cave and die
we are the bottom of the line
its not the pride just to survive
we are the bottom of the line
retirement not on the mind
seeing tomorrow would be fine
feeling used and mentally abused
is the norm in the chosen profession
my labor is where it ends
the eight hours is all you get
my mind is free my goals are set
my mind wanders on your time
your rules my life
they provide no sympathy for what i feel inside
just tonight, i gotta get through tonight
just to crawl back into my cave and die
we are the bottom of the line
its not the pride just to survive
we are the bottom of the line
retirement not on the mind
seeing tomorrow would be fine
feeling used and mentally abused
is the norm in the chosen profession
my labor is where it ends
the eight hours is all you get
my mind is free my goals are set
my mind wanders on your time
your rules my life