作词 : Sam Nicolosi
 作曲 : Sam Nicolosi
Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn’t work for me (work for me)
Feels like I need a little change of pace
Don’t you agree? (you agree)
I live on limited dime
But my favorite things are free (things are free)
Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn’t work for me (work for me)

Breathe, eat, cry, sleep, love, ****, die, repeat
Breathe, eat, cry, sleep, love, ****, die, repeat
I’ve been where you are - so close but so far
No gas in the tank of my broken down car
As I stare at the stars on Hollywood Boulevard
Will the next check heal my broken heart?

Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn’t work for me (work for me)
Feels like I need a little change of pace
Don’t you agree? (you agree)
I live on limited dime
But my favorite things are free (things are free)
Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn’t work for me (work for me)

I’m pressurized, I’ve got diamonds in my eyes
I’ve got silver in my soul and a heart made of gold
What’s the point of taking pictures with people you don’t know
When your friend’s right there saying “hey, I got this love”
That’s what it’s about
Forget about the money, I don’t care about the clout
And when I turn the radio on I’m overwhelmed
By the dreams they’re selling me now

Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn’t work for me (work for me)
Feels like I need a little change of pace
Don’t you agree? (you agree)
I live on limited dime
But my favorite things are free (things are free)
Feels like I work for the money
But the money doesn’t work for me (work for me)