Songtexte: Under Pressure. Daily Grind.

Watching the clock, my mind is rotting.
Another day perfect for souless shopping.
You spend your money and drive your car.
And thats all i need to know about who you are.

I wait for five, and wait on you.
Wishing that i had nothing to do.
I'm told the problem is my attitude.
And i guess thats kind of true.

Now my knees are knocking and i feel faint.
Ive got something more than a hunch.
That ammount of money you just spent
is more than I'll make this month.

I wait for five, and wait on you.
Wishing that i had nothing to do.
I'm told the problem is my attitude.
And i guess thats kind of true.

Ive got no car, got no green.
1-3-7 trimthyl xonthene.
My only freind in the world, is so mean.
1-3-7 trimthyl xonthene.

I wait for five, and wait on you.
Wishing that i had nothing to do.
I'm told the problem is my attitude.
And i guess thats kind of true.

Oh fucking shit