كلمات Clocked

I'm an ordinary citizen with an extra ordinary despair Take a look at me i ain't going nowhere Iwander along Just like a dog without a home Going to work now what a surprise I be a transformer - a robot in disguise Knowledge and wit like the pages of The Sun They swallow my soul while the radio plays on... Knuckle down, head down Fit the stereotype My working rage It's the price i pay Like shelley said 'what do I get?' They're keeping me occupied while they're feeding off my sweat Days are taken up with daydreaming and fantasy I 'll never turn these dreams into reality So now i'll carry on sing my merry song Dance to their tune while inside i'm torn Material satisfaction false interaction I 'll fuck you up with unprovoked reaction Kicking off... I be kicking off