…When I saw my man playing away on his drum
Something clicked in my brain and I became less numb
I'm working for bread crumbs
Pretending there's a meaning
But my employment is just a bucket, I'm desperately beating
And one day, I'll be old and retired
Looking at my life like what a waste of good fire
All because school never taught me how to be inspired
And the job concerned applying to myself just wouldn't hire
Make Money and die that's the American Way
Little known antiwork song I've carried with me for 20+ years now.