Push it to the right
pull it to the left
in the middle of the night
you're all out of breath
from working all day.
You want to stay down
but then you get up
in the middle of a round
feeling like a whipped pup
then have your say.
I work like a slave
to play at night
in the middle of my say
I say it ain't right
but slave on anyway.
You want to step forward
but then you go aft
in the middle of a reward
you just toss it back
and give it away.
You have to change course
wishing that retirement would come
in the middle of a divorce
from your only loved one
begging them to stay.
You work like a slave
don't play at night
in the middle of our say
we say it ain't right
keeping us at bay.
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