I'm working from 9 until 5, I'm working just to stay alive
  I don't know what's wrong with me
  I have no clue what you are about to do, I have this thing and it's for you
  and driving me insane
    Last night I talked to you for a while, i was intrigued about your style
  you hammered me away
  I can't speak clearly I can't think, I thought I was the missing link,
  that would put together the chain
    I thought I was your missing link
  but now I know I was so wrong
  I thought I was your missing link
    I'm working from 5 until 1, I'm working just to supply my lungs
  with all the smoke they need
  I have no clue when I am going to die, I hope it's when I'm really high
  so I can jump the plane
  this plane will take me to your heart someday so then I can be with you
  In my own little way
  but please tell me, some day that I can be with you, or kill the missing link