Working late all friday night
somehow somethings just not right
tuition costs, and books too high
I have to work to just get byMy eyes are burning, my head feels thick
body’s aching, tired. sick
I’m a part-time student in the working class
Sixty hours and dragging assI go to school, to work, to bed
study till I’m near brain dead
glassy eyed in 101
isn’t adult college funSeven workdays to my week
never feeling at my peak
Twelve hour shifts, then go to school
I try to think, but only droolGod I’ve got to get some rest
but I need to study for a test
If I die from lack of sleep
sell my textbooks all real cheapSo this is upward mobility
feels more like suicide to me
dark black circles ’round my eyes
if this’s success, its in disguisebut I’ll still make my class on time
pretend I’m freshly in my prime
but you and I, well, we both know
I’m getting old and moving slowAnd if I ever graduate
you bet your ass I’ll celebrate
quit this job wave bye and smile
sleep all week then live in style
September 15th 1990