Into the red, the hippie dream is dead. Like a light bulb blowin' a fuse inside me head. . Gimme some speed to burn. Don't wanna wait my turn. And now the parties over but not a lesson learnt.
10.50, 3 minutes 'til, 'til 11. I don't want the alarm again. 9.30, 3 minutes 'til, on the way to work, not smiling. I know time to go and punch my card in.