Roger Miret And The Disasters

Roger Miret And The Disasters - Punch The Clock songtekst

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City streets full of anger

Broken bottles and gentrification

You don't know were you fit any longer



Opprotunities have faded away

Making needs to stay alive

A vague memory of right and wrong



Time bomb! Life's been a hopeless riddle

Time bomb! Here's the joke the last laugh's on me

9 seconds remaining, tick-tock, tick-tock

987654321... fuck you!



Getting tired of punching the clock

What's the point for what career?

Still in a daze and confused



Must've gone over my head

Never saw it coming

A thought of going postal on you
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