wake up, it's seven o'clock on the dot

got the aches

to raise you need a crutch

nouriture, nurture the vulture

facin' up to mano-a-mano culture

no chance for algofobia

pissin' on suburbia



snail living keeps tempo so stagnant

rush for the bus, it's us

smell the fragrance !

huddle down the alleys, floodin' the stairwells

if that won't break your shell

astro city will ! !



nine o'clock, followed by the tragic ten

one hour of torture

seven more by then

collegiate bluff, it's gonna turn you off

bosses crawlin'

working ants, got their ears heated off

picture them in cahoots

just a bunch of toodle-loo fruits/ three piece suits

by twelve...





everyday blitzkrieg, everyday