W.L.W.

You know that life just ain't worth living

Without sixteen million bucks

What a shame, there ain't no way

And though the treadmill's never-ending

Daddy's shoes still fit like gloves

Get fucked

We're not the same

Grab your wallet and get ready for the crisis of the week

Keep your fridge stocked at the expense of a half month's salary

Recover on the weekend

But you'd best not lose the grind

Keep two jobs for good measure

You still wanna have a life

Roll up your sleeves

Roll up your sleeves

They'll give you everything you need

When you're at work-life-wonderland

All they need

All they need

Is every minute of your week

So join the work-life-wonderland

Now you're too tired to be happy, so you pass out on the couch

They'll give you office pizza parties just to shut your mouth

You can work your ass off, but they'll still inherit all your funds

Forty hours, forty weeks for forty years, and then you're done

Roll up your sleeves

Roll up your sleeves

They'll give you everything you need

When you're at work-life-wonderland

All they need

All they need

Is every minute of your week

So join the work-life-wonderland