Lyrics The Clock On the Wall - Kids Like Us

The Clock On the Wall

My time is worth more than cents per minute.
This minimum wage.
I think I’ll never outlive it.
I count the ticks of my life go by on a clock.
Is this a dream or will it ever stop?
My time is worth more than cents per minute.
This minimum wage.
I think I’ll never outlive it.
Cut me dry.
From the pain inside.
A living nightmare.
How do I get outta here?
Trippin' over my feet.
I can’t believe.
My life is going away.
Someone is going to pay.