I ain't working nine to five

I ain't going out to plant no seed

I don't ask what I'm supposed to do, cause I've got everything I want

But I don't have anything I need

Well I do my thing in a palace full of kings

Do it in an old broken-down shack

I'd give you the shirt off my back, show you where your systems lack

Meet you in the lap of luxury

I get off the floor and walk it off

Get back to a place that I can see

Well I'm coming back for more abuse

Meet you in the lap.. the lap.. the lap of luxury

Now I'm working noon to midnight

Now my precious seeds they have been sown

I don't ask when they're supposed to grow 'cause I got everything I know

I don't know anything I need

No exploitation, paid vacation

All I want's communication

That ain't too hard to see

When the van stops rolling, the band starts rocking

It ain't too pretty, it ain't too shocking but

I've got everything I need

I get off the floor and walk it off

Get back to a place that I can see

Well I'm coming back for more abuse

Meet you in the lap of luxury