Get up in the morning.
Brush your teeth look neat.
Alarm clocks clean socks
Join the others on the street.
Bus ride tube train
Going off to work again
Up to the third floor
Name on the office door
Paper lying on the floor
Pick it up and do some more.
Lunch break break down
Valium and alcohol
Nicotine adrenaline
Don t it make your head spin? Head on the guillotine
Back to the grindstone
Pulling all the stops out
Socks up head down
Doing it good
You're doing it well.
But you wish he'd go to hell.
'Cause you wanna please the boss
Underneath the name tag
But the wages in the brown bag
Are keeping you in line.
People playing your game.
So you do the overtime.
And you get the train late again.
Surrounded by the same lame
No one even knows your name.
Back straight home late
Wife has left a note All the food is out of date
Saying "Don't forget your coat."
Quick snap head back
Living on the wrong track
But you could've got the sack
Should've tried refusing
It's getting so confusing
But the choice of ever choosing
'Cause you know you re only losing
Never seemed to cross your mind.
So you go to bed at ten
Thinking "never again."
And you get to work on time.But you get up in the morning.
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