how long
must we remain strong
with a shit storm blowing in every other day
you work hard
push through the final yard
and the boss is on his way
you don't know what he's going to say
but today is payday
'the work's done
but you coulda done better, son'
then he rolls off on his merry way
a blank stare
you fall back in your chair
and the kids climb on to play
the tv's on
but you know it's all wrong
people just say what they're paid to say
it's called news
but it's a kind of abuse
and the boss watches every day
and before they say it
he knows what they'll say
especially on payday
and today is payday
you scroll and scroll
through the wall of trolls
you wonder who their baiting for today
it seems true
like it's you their talking too
and they know who's going to pay
the conspiracy
will set you free
it's a play within the play
and the boss watches every day
and today is payday
but tomorrow is payback day
you don't fear
cause he can't hear
the words you choose not to say
you feel them though
and sometimes it shows
when you look at him in the eye that way
he always drives home this way
and the tools are in the tray
and you don't care what he'll say
cause we've all got a new job today
and today is payback day
