| Song | This Is the New Sound |
| Artist | Anti-Flag |
| Album | A Document of Dissent |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| That alarm clock ringin’ in your ear, | |
| Radio playing sports report cheer, | |
| But you got nothing to cheer or shout about, | |
| Just a nine to five in a lousy town. | |
| Your morning begins, | |
| With you thinkin’ of the cold of the street blown’ in your face. | |
| Your morning begins with you thinkin’: | |
| “One more day in this job and I’m gonna scream!” | |
| So stand up | |
| And step out, | |
| Step out to the new sound. | |
| “Hello!” to the manager, “Hello!” to the boss. | |
| As they sell you short and they drink your blood | |
| You give ‘em your heart and your very soul | |
| Only to realize that they don’t give a **** about you! | |
| Your morning begins, | |
| With you thinkin’ of the cold of the street blowing in your face. | |
| Your morning begins with you thinkin’: | |
| “One more day in this life and I’m gonna scream!” | |
| So stand up, | |
| Step out, | |
| Step out to the new sound. | |
| And when they try to put you down put you on your back, | |
| But you don’t take that you knock ‘em out! |
| That alarm clock ringin' in your ear, | |
| Radio playing sports report cheer, | |
| But you got nothing to cheer or shout about, | |
| Just a nine to five in a lousy town. | |
| Your morning begins, | |
| With you thinkin' of the cold of the street blown' in your face. | |
| Your morning begins with you thinkin': | |
| " One more day in this job and I' m gonna scream!" | |
| So stand up | |
| And step out, | |
| Step out to the new sound. | |
| " Hello!" to the manager, " Hello!" to the boss. | |
| As they sell you short and they drink your blood | |
| You give ' em your heart and your very soul | |
| Only to realize that they don' t give a about you! | |
| Your morning begins, | |
| With you thinkin' of the cold of the street blowing in your face. | |
| Your morning begins with you thinkin': | |
| " One more day in this life and I' m gonna scream!" | |
| So stand up, | |
| Step out, | |
| Step out to the new sound. | |
| And when they try to put you down put you on your back, | |
| But you don' t take that you knock ' em out! |
| That alarm clock ringin' in your ear, | |
| Radio playing sports report cheer, | |
| But you got nothing to cheer or shout about, | |
| Just a nine to five in a lousy town. | |
| Your morning begins, | |
| With you thinkin' of the cold of the street blown' in your face. | |
| Your morning begins with you thinkin': | |
| " One more day in this job and I' m gonna scream!" | |
| So stand up | |
| And step out, | |
| Step out to the new sound. | |
| " Hello!" to the manager, " Hello!" to the boss. | |
| As they sell you short and they drink your blood | |
| You give ' em your heart and your very soul | |
| Only to realize that they don' t give a about you! | |
| Your morning begins, | |
| With you thinkin' of the cold of the street blowing in your face. | |
| Your morning begins with you thinkin': | |
| " One more day in this life and I' m gonna scream!" | |
| So stand up, | |
| Step out, | |
| Step out to the new sound. | |
| And when they try to put you down put you on your back, | |
| But you don' t take that you knock ' em out! |