9 till 5
Skrewdriver Lyrics


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Another Monday morning, another day
Come Friday evening, when you collect your pay


Chorus:
Like working from nine till five
Making a mess of my mind

I'm filing papers, in long gray drawers
And my brain's disintegrating, what a bore


(Repeat Chorus)


Well I do think civil servants and bankers are real wankers


Well the boss is knockin' me, he said come on quick
Well my temper's rising, I said you make me sick


(Repeat Chorus) x2






If you don't get out of that, you need your head examined

Overall Meaning

In the song "9 till 5" by Skrewdriver, the lyrics depict the struggles of working a monotonous job from nine to five, from Monday to Friday, and how it can lead to a mental breakdown. The singer expresses their frustration with the dullness of their job while they complete mundane tasks such as filing papers in long gray drawers. They find that their brain is slowly deteriorating, making work a bore. The chorus reinforces this sentiment as they state that working from nine till five is making a mess of their mind. The singer even goes so far as to say that civil servants and bankers are real wankers, implying that their jobs are just as dull and meaningless.


As the song progresses, we hear the singer's boss knocking them, asking them to hurry up. This only aggravates the singer, causing their temper to rise, and they tell their boss that they make them sick. The chorus is repeated twice more, emphasizing the frustration and exhaustion of the singer in their daily work life. At the end of the song, the singer offers a warning to those who continue to work in such monotonous jobs, stating that they need their head examined if they do not get out.


Overall, "9 till 5" is a commentary on the struggles of working a job that offers no fulfillment. It is a critique on the drudgery of certain careers and how they can lead to a person's mental breakdown. The song warns people not to fall into this trap and to regain control of their lives.


Line by Line Meaning

Another Monday morning, another day
Starting another week of work routine.


Come Friday evening, when you collect your pay
Looking forward to the weekend and payday as the only solace.


Like working from nine till five
Denoting the working hours of a typical office job.


Making a mess of my mind
Expressing frustration, boredom and monotony of the job.


I'm filing papers, in long gray drawers
Performing a menial task of filing papers in a drab and dull workplace.


And my brain's disintegrating, what a bore
Feeling demotivated, unchallenged and monotony leads to a cerebral decline.


Well I do think civil servants and bankers are real wankers
Holding contempt and disdain for people in authority, who are perceived to have cushy jobs.


Well the boss is knockin' me, he said come on quick
Experiencing the micromanagement style and unrealistic demands of a boss.


Well my temper's rising, I said you make me sick
Feeling emotional distress and anger in response to the boss's behavior.


If you don't get out of that, you need your head examined
Believing that working such a dull job for extended periods is mental unhealthy and resulting in depression.




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