You're moving slow as Christmas
Acting like nobody's business
Don't you ever feel phony
Don't you ever get lonely
Another empty I love you
With a heartfelt screw you too
Do a little remembering for me
I'll do plenty of forgetting for free
There's so little of you left
You've sabotaged yourself
Hustle, down in the street
Hustle, ream 'em and weep
Hustle, breathe a sign of relief
From the nine to five sounds of sorrow
Take the long way to suicide
Pouring salt in your wounded pride
You perceive to believe and conspire to deceive
That you're better off dead than alive
When you're screaming in your pillow
For all the friends you let go
Sometimes you gotta lie just to get by
When the truth of the matter is you didn't even try
There's so little of you left
You've played yourself to death
Hustle, down in the street
Hustle, ream 'em and weep
Hustle, breathe a sign of relief
From the nine to five sounds of sorrow
All good things come to those who hustle
It's a double time pick up step and shuffle
All good things come to those who hustle
All it takes is a little guts and muscle
There's so little of you left
You've sabotaged yourself
Hustle, down in the street
Hustle, read 'em and weep
Hustle, till you're dead on your feet
Hustle, till you get what you need
Hustle, turn the bitter into sweet
Hustle, breathe a sign of relief
From the nine to five sounds of sorrow
