Just left school, nice and clean   Power tool man machine   Steady job, nine to five   Wonder if I'm still alive   I'm completely bored   Nationally insured   Life is not so hard   When they stamp your card      9 to 5 pollution blues   Only got my soul to lose   Wish I didn't have to choose   Standing in a dead man's shoes      My armpits smell my breath is bad   I look like hell I feel so sad   Rotten fruit between my toes   In my suit I decompose   Standing on my own   My flesh comes off the bone   My boiled potato brain   Tells me that I'm sane      9 to 5 pollution blues   Only got my soul to lose   Wish I didn't have to choose   Standing in a dead man's shoes      Soon be old, when I die   Another mold, a new supply   See no future, no escape   Mother nature changing shape   The day that I was born   A number on a form   Said that I'd arrived   And must be utilized      9 to 5 pollution blues   Only got my soul to lose   Wish I didn't have to choose   Standing in a dead man's shoes