Punch The Clock lyrics

City streets full of anger Broken bottles and gentrification You don't know were you fit any longer Opprotunities have faded away Making needs to stay alive A vague memory of right and wrong Time bomb! Life's been a hopeless riddle Time bomb! Here's the joke the last laugh's on me 9 seconds remaining, tick-tock, tick-tock 987654321... fuck you! Getting tired of punching the clock What's the point for what career? Still in a daze and confused Must've gone over my head Never saw it coming A thought of going postal on you