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All the food is out of date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