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