925

I wake up, fall out of bed
and I wish that I was dead
I fall down stairs, can't get back up
coming round, I see that I'm late
grab my cat, feed my can
oh shit, my tires still flat
So I run for the bus, but I have a stroke
some body jokes, and I started to scream

I hate the 925
it's the worst way to be alive

Got to work at 09:05
another day in this fucking dive
no light comes in, cant breath at all
The world is big, but I feel small
It's time for lunch, no time at all
rotten Sarine's and ginger ail
is it any wander I'm climbing up the fucking wall

I hate this 925
it ain't no way to be alive

The boss comes round at quarter to,
and sees my skins turns yellow-blue
“get back to work stop slacking off”
“do you want to loose your job?”
I put down my pen and I look up
“right about now I don't give a fuck
so take your job and stick it rite up your ass”

I hate this 925
Ain't no fun in being alive

I wake up, fall out of bed
and I wish that I was dead
I fall down stairs, can't get back up
coming round, I see that I'm late
grab my cat, feed my can
oh shit, my tires still flat
So I run for the bus, but I have a stroke
some body chokes, and we all start to scream
we hate the 925

I get to work at 10:05 the boss skins my ass alive
'don't tell me”man I had a stroke”
you just had too much to smoke.'
'So find your coat, and grab your hat
Coz man you just bin sacked'.
'Come with me and get your cash
pack your shit, and get the fuck out my life

©06/23/09 Alex Kyriacou