Klaatu - A Routine Day Lyrics
It started off a routine dayI got through the morningIn the usual wayI caught the bus on timeGood morning Mister Driver, driveAs I sat inside my overcoatI clutched my caneAnd pressed my noseAgainst the foggy window paneHo hum...The life I lead would even makeA dead man yawnMidday comes, I break for lunchWith my sandwich and a beerI go on a hunch to the parkWhere I hope to findA little bit of peace of mindAs I sat there on a benchAmidst the rodent raceI felt a strange sensationThat without a trace appearedBut then as quickly disappeared agianSo tell me what's the bloody pointOf playing the gameWith so much to loseYet so little to gainYou sell your life awayWhy can't you see you're just a cogWorking like a dogYou trade your futureFor a dead-end jobJust full of routine daysRoutine daysI race the clock to the end of the dayThe paycheque in my pocketMakes me feel okayBut was it worth the grindJust to keep from falling behindI stand here in the queueBehind a foul cigarMy face discreetly buriedIn a book on MarsHum drum...And I'm waiting on the pier till Charon comes
