Two Weeks Notice Testo

Same routine every day
You go to work, got bills to pay
Searching for something new
You're sick of it, now you're through

Who came up with the cost of living?
Isn't life supposed to be free?
We are all just natural born workers
Somehow life now comes with a fee
Days go by, they're still the same
You're working your whole life away
You've got no time for yourself
You wish to find something else

Same routine again
Will it ever end?
When will we all see the meaning of being free?