Work Dulls The Senses

What’s so wrong with the day job
When the hours you work are just not enough?
What’s so wrong with the day job
That you readily work for free?
What’s so wrong with the day job
That you’re obliged to work in your private time?
What’s so wrong with the day job
That you neglect your friends and family?
What’s so wrong with the day job
Where’s there’s a mentality that’s out of date?
What’s so wrong with the day job
Where the expectation is that you’ll work late?
What’s so wrong with the day job
That it impacts on your emotional health?
What’s so wrong with the day job
When your private life belongs to somebody else…?

Work dulls the senses, work dulls the mind
I need Enlightenment of the Common kind
Work dulls the senses, work swallows time
Keeps me humdrum and toeing the line

Work dulls the senses, work dulls my brain
Restricts my thinking and exploits my grace
Work fools the senses into thinking Life is fine
Though my clannad may differ and my conscience never lies

Work dulls the senses, work dulls the mind
Emotional hell and eternal crime-in-all:
Dulls my shine.

Work dulls the senses, work dulls my shine
There’s no prize in heaven once the contract’s signed –
Dulls my shine.

Dulls my senses, dulls my mind.
Dulls my shine.

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