I'm enslaved by the weekdays
  By their names Monday and Friday
  I'm enslaved by the things we say
  And everywhere I go a little secret
  And I wish that you would come here
  And tell me that we're all doing fine
  And I wish that you would come here
  And tell me that were not losing our minds
  I'm enslaved by the living space
  by the walls, roofs and the working place
  I'm enslaved by the games we play
  No matter what I do, I will still sell myself
  And I wish that you would come here
  And tell me that we're not dying here
  And I wish that you would come here
  And tell me that we're not dying here
  I'm sure that we all want to blow
  And I said thats what we ought to do
  I'm sure that we all want to change it all
  That's why I'm coming to you
  I'm sure that you all want to know
  I'm sure you all want to blow
  I'm enslaved by the weekdays
  By their names Monday and Friday
  I'm enslaved by the words we say
  Every little sentence turns me into a slave
  And I wish that you would come here
  And tell me that we're all doing fine
  And I wish that you would come here
  And tell me that we're not losing our minds
  I'm sure that we all want to blow
  And I said thats what we ought to do
  I'm sure that we all want to change it all
  Thats why I'm coming to you
  I'm sure that we all want to know
  I'm sure you all want to blow
  I'm a slave