Cancer Swing: Nerve damage and dead skin, looks like this week my boss wins again Didn't get that respect, no, didn't get that raise in my paycheck I'll get ahead next week, but tonight I'm having trouble trying to sleep Cigarettes and coffee, these addictions tear apart my insides And when I'm gone you'll find someone new To kill themselves like you forced me to No, I can't get my health back and Now, I want my old life back While, you count your money stack As, I ice my broken back Paint thinner in a fresh wound, can't fight these infections in my body Gonna get outta here real soon, I miss the sun and I'm getting pretty sick of the moon 9 to 5 will make you lose your head, 7 to 7 and you're probably better off dead Sick of kneeling on concrete, but I need the money and I got to make ends meet.