Thread regarding Dril-Quip Inc. layoffs

Up every morning just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through this mob
Sounds of the shop pounding in my brain
While another day goes down the drain
Trading my time for the pay I get
Living on money that I ain't made yet
Gotta keep goin' gotta make my way
But I live for the end of the day
but it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
No-one owns a piece of my time
And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes
Thinking that the world looks fine
And there's a long-haired girl who waits, I know
To ease my troubled mind
In the shelter of her arms everything's okay
She talks and the world goes slipping away
And I know the reason I can still go on
When every other reason is gone
in my five o'clock world she waits for me
Nothing else matters at all
'Cause every time my baby smiles at me
I know that it's all worthwhile