A Routine Day Lyrics

	作词 : Woloschuk
	Verse #1:
	It started off a routine day
	I got through the morning in the usual way
	I caught the bus on time
	Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive
	As I sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane
	And pressed my nose against the foggy window pane
	Ho hum
	The life I lead would even make a dead man yawn
	Verse #2:
	Midday comes
	I break for lunch
	With my sandwich and a beer I go on a hunch
	To the park where I hope to find
	A little bit of peace of mind
	As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent race
	I felt a strange sensation that without a trace appeared
	But then as quickly disappeared again
	Bridge:
	So tell me what's the bloody point of playing the game
	With so much to lose yet so little to gain
	You sell your life away
	Can't you see you're just a cog working like a dog
	You trade your future for a dead-end job
	That's full of routine days
	Routine days
	Verse #3:
	I race the clock to the end of my day
	The paycheck in my pocket makes me feel okay
	But was it worth the grind
	Just to keep from falling behind
	I stand here in the queue behind a foul cigar
	My face discreetly buried in a book on Mars
	Humdrum
	And I'm waiting on the pier 'til Charon comes

	zuo ci : Woloschuk
	Verse 1:
	It started off a routine day
	I got through the morning in the usual way
	I caught the bus on time
	Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive
	As I sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane
	And pressed my nose against the foggy window pane
	Ho hum
	The life I lead would even make a dead man yawn
	Verse 2:
	Midday comes
	I break for lunch
	With my sandwich and a beer I go on a hunch
	To the park where I hope to find
	A little bit of peace of mind
	As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent race
	I felt a strange sensation that without a trace appeared
	But then as quickly disappeared again
	Bridge:
	So tell me what' s the bloody point of playing the game
	With so much to lose yet so little to gain
	You sell your life away
	Can' t you see you' re just a cog working like a dog
	You trade your future for a deadend job
	That' s full of routine days
	Routine days
	Verse 3:
	I race the clock to the end of my day
	The paycheck in my pocket makes me feel okay
	But was it worth the grind
	Just to keep from falling behind
	I stand here in the queue behind a foul cigar
	My face discreetly buried in a book on Mars
	Humdrum
	And I' m waiting on the pier ' til Charon comes

	zuò cí : Woloschuk
	Verse 1:
	It started off a routine day
	I got through the morning in the usual way
	I caught the bus on time
	Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive
	As I sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane
	And pressed my nose against the foggy window pane
	Ho hum
	The life I lead would even make a dead man yawn
	Verse 2:
	Midday comes
	I break for lunch
	With my sandwich and a beer I go on a hunch
	To the park where I hope to find
	A little bit of peace of mind
	As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent race
	I felt a strange sensation that without a trace appeared
	But then as quickly disappeared again
	Bridge:
	So tell me what' s the bloody point of playing the game
	With so much to lose yet so little to gain
	You sell your life away
	Can' t you see you' re just a cog working like a dog
	You trade your future for a deadend job
	That' s full of routine days
	Routine days
	Verse 3:
	I race the clock to the end of my day
	The paycheck in my pocket makes me feel okay
	But was it worth the grind
	Just to keep from falling behind
	I stand here in the queue behind a foul cigar
	My face discreetly buried in a book on Mars
	Humdrum
	And I' m waiting on the pier ' til Charon comes

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