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

Cos 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All the food is out of date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

Cos 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