BEN BOSTICK

8 bucks an hour is what I’m worth

Putting shingles on houses that I can’t afford

That’s 64 for an 8 hour day

A family of 4 can’t live that way

 

So now I’m working nights, parking cars at the club

On a good night I make fifty bucks

I take it all home and I add it all up

Somehow an 80 hour week just ain’t enough

 

Something ‘bout this math just don’t add up

Something ‘bout this math just don’t add up 

 

I’m working for a living, I’m working for a living

I’m working for a living, and it’s turning me cold

I’m working for a living, I’m working for a living

I’m working for a living, and it’s turning me cold

 

My wife says, “Babe, we really need a vacation”

But she don’t know our situation

I’m falling, falling, falling behind

Sir, don’t make me look like a loser in my baby’s eyes

 

I never used to be so cold and cruel

I never used to be so cold and cruel

 

I’m working for a living, I’m working for a living

I’m working for a living, and it’s turning me cold

I’m working for a living, I’m working for a living

I’m working for a living, and it’s turning me cold