Lyrics

Alarm goes off, 6 AM One more day and then weekend Dressed in the office uniform Hairbrushes all shape and form Through the door and cross the street Whilst trying to make up time Buy the ticket, squeeze on the train Eyes fixed firmly on the windowpane Repeat again 'Cause here inside this machine Nothing ever slows down The slate will always wipe clean You seem to make your crown Alarm goes off, 5 PM For the after-work wind down But no one's gonna hang around It's target failure til we drown Bottle spirits sinking fast Another one rising at last The self-assured never scar Their pride will heal with a company car 'Cause you live inside this machine Nothing ever slows down But the slate will always wipe clean And you seem to make your crown Make your crown