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...