Falling from the top floor, your lungs fill like parachutes,
windows go rushing by, the people inside,
dressed for a funeral, in black and white
These ties, strangle our necks,
hanging in the closet, filed in the cubicle,
without a name, just numbers on a resume,
stored in the mainframe, marked for delete

Please take these hands, throw them in the river,
wash away the things they've never held,
Please take these hands, throw me in the river,
but don't let me drown before the workday ends
(NINE TO FIVE) (NINE TO FIVE)

And we're up to our necks, drowning in the seconds,
ingesting the morning commute, lost in a dead subway sleep--
we lie wide awake in our parents' beds, tossing and turning,
tommorow we'll get up and drive to work, in single file,
with everyday just like the last,
waiting for the life to start, as it's always just ahead of the curve

Please take these hands, throw them in the river,
wash away the things they've never held,
Please take these hands, throw me in the river,
but don't let me drown before the workday ends

Just keep making copies, of copies, of copies, when will it end

It never will

Until it gets so bad, that the ink fills in our fingerprints and,
the silhouette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
Even in our dreams we're so afraid the weight will offset who we are
All those breaths that you took have now been cancelled in your lungs
Last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewritter keys,
and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea

Save our ship, the anchor is part of the desk
We can't cut free, warter is flooding the decks,
the memo's sent through the currents, the computer's spark like flares--

I can see them but they don't touch me
Touch me, Please someone,
teach me how to swim, please don't let me drown

Please don't let me drown