You've gotta work to make a living But what's a life when all you do is work? They say "you've gotta get a hold of your future" Well, I'm gonna grab it in a choke hold first Cause I'm a piece of shit and I remind myself all of the time And maybe I won't notice if I keep myself so occupied The old flax mill is still in structure And every year goes by, feels longer It's always been in scaffolding Maybe it is worse than me And I can't wait till the weekend To try and make a difference Already in my twenty's Where the fuck have the last 5 years been? My hands are seizing up from holding on so tight Like this sand is seeping out and I'm running out of time You've got a job to do and a family to tell that you're already But there's never enough time, there's never enough time