It's all the same, only the customers change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another dolls with the faces are so cold
I'll move boxes all night ,just to get back home
[Chorus:]
I'm a work-clerk, with a price-gun I ride
I'm working dead without life
working dead without life
Sometimes I work, sometimes ill work all day
And the customers I meet
always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the brand that you categorized
And times when the customer annoyed and all you do is think
[Chorus:]x2
I'm a work-clerk, with a price-gun I ride
I'm working dead without life
working dead without life
I move these box, a loaded price-gun on my back
I work second shift, cause I might not make it back
I do everything, and I'm standing tall
I've seen a million faces and dream to kill them all
I'm a work-clerk,with a price-gun I ride
I'm working dead without life
I'm a work-clerk, I got no time slowing back
I'm working dead without life
And I work, dead without life
I still working, dead without life
Dead without life [x4]
