7 a.m. a zombie i crawl to the shower by 8 i'm running late got to race to the freeway 5 to 9 coffee time settle in to the flow you know i hate my boss, i hate my job, i hate this town, but where can i go?
i spend half my time stuck on the road to nowhere this stop and go life is killing me the daily grind is not what my dreams are made of oh why can't i just be rich and free? tell me why
tell me why can't i tell me why tell me why can't i
another drive-thru lunch greasy fingers punch the clock, and it's back, to business my eyes are burnin' red, pop some pills to cool my head, then look, in the mirror splash some water on my face, can't keep up i hate the pace everytime i look around, all the leaves are turning brown i can't break free, i can't break free, i can't break free tell me why!
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red and white rush hour lights snake from the city the evening talk jocks barely bright enough to read the headlines on my radio they whine and they lie and they cry like i give a, damn blue strobe lights up ahead, all the break lights turning red what the hell? what the hell man?
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