Fuck You, 9 To 5
Hells Cricket Club

Fuck You, 9 To 5

Songtext

[Intro]
[Drums count in, guitars explode]

[Verse 1]
You say “wake up, earn your place”
Clock-in card, tired face
Born to grind, born to obey
Man, that shit expired yesterday

[Verse 2]
You call it work, we call it time
Stolen slow, one hour at a time
You say “that’s life, that’s the deal”
We say “nah — that doesn’t feel real”

[Chorus]
Fuck you, nine to five
We’re not born just to survive
Fuck you, nine to five
Your rules are running out of time
Fuck you, nine to five
We want more than just getting by
Fuck you, nine to five
This is our life

[Verse 3]
Machines don’t sleep, don’t get sick
Don’t need praise for doing tricks
While you guard your dusty throne
The future’s building on its own

[Verse 4]
Enough to eat, enough to live
Health, time, space to give
If the work is getting done
Why the hell should we be numb?

[Chorus]
Fuck you, nine to five
We’re not lazy — we’re alive
Fuck you, nine to five
We see further down the line
Fuck you, nine to five
Free minds, free energy
Fuck you, nine to five
Let us be

[Bridge]
We don’t dream of corner offices
We dream of mornings that don’t feel like this
No chains, no punch-in lies
Just time that’s actually mine

[Final Chorus – All In]
Fuck you, nine to five
We’re the ones you can’t confine
Fuck you, nine to five
Your fear’s not gonna be our guide
Fuck you, nine to five
If the future’s automated
Fuck you, nine to five
Then let us celebrate it

[Outro]
[Last line shouted, band crashing]
Fuck you, nine to five!