Hustle

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
 'Til you're dead on your feet
 Hustle
 'Til 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