10.50, 3 minutes till, till 11 I don't want the alarm again
9.30, 3 minutes till, on the way to work, not smiling
I know time to go and punch my card in
Today, just another day at eleven
Got to help, so much to tidy up, too much too soon
I want a day, where I don't have to get up
Sometimes I'm sick of being in a rut
I want a day, where I don't have to go to work
This low life job makes me feel like a jerk
So dirty, burnt fingers to the bone
Not fair to be left in this job all alone
No help, no credit for making this
Evil machine doesn't stop
Am I going to spend every day of my life Living this way NO WAY!
1 | Second Solution |
2 | Tainted Love |
3 | Monday |
4 | Who's Gonna Save Us? |
5 | Tabloid Magazine |
6 | End Of The World |
7 | I Can't Give You What I Haven't Got |
8 | Song For The Lonely |
9 | Uncle Harry |
10 | Wake Up |