A Routine Day
๐ต 1145 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:11 duration
๐ ID: 1342027
๐ Lyrics
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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.60] Verse #1:
[00:05.44] It started off a routine day
[00:10.07] I got through the morning in the usual way
[00:14.86] I caught the bus on time
[00:19.67] Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive
[00:25.21] As I sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane
[00:30.25] And pressed my nose against the foggy window pane
[00:35.42] Ho hum
[00:37.77] The life I lead would even make a dead man yawn
[00:44.42] Verse #2:
[00:45.55] Midday comes
[00:51.38] I break for lunch
[00:53.04] With my sandwich and a beer I go on a hunch
[00:57.69] To the park where I hope to find
[01:01.85] A little bit of peace of mind
[01:07.47] As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent race
[01:13.12] I felt a strange sensation that without a trace appeared
[01:20.19] But then as quickly disappeared again
[01:25.87] Bridge:
[01:27.49] So tell me what's the bloody point of playing the game
[01:33.31] With so much to lose yet so little to gain
[01:38.30] You sell your life away
[01:46.42] Can't you see you're just a cog working like a dog
[01:53.20] You trade your future for a dead-end job
[01:57.96] That's full of routine days
[02:07.83] Routine days
[02:12.83] Verse #3:
[02:13.46] I race the clock to the end of my day
[02:18.40] The paycheck in my pocket makes me feel okay
[02:22.52] But was it worth the grind
[02:28.44] Just to keep from falling behind
[02:33.61] I stand here in the queue behind a foul cigar
[02:38.44] My face discreetly buried in a book on Mars
[02:43.63] Humdrum
[02:45.98] And I'm waiting on the pier 'til Charon comes
[03:07.01]
[00:05.44] It started off a routine day
[00:10.07] I got through the morning in the usual way
[00:14.86] I caught the bus on time
[00:19.67] Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive
[00:25.21] As I sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane
[00:30.25] And pressed my nose against the foggy window pane
[00:35.42] Ho hum
[00:37.77] The life I lead would even make a dead man yawn
[00:44.42] Verse #2:
[00:45.55] Midday comes
[00:51.38] I break for lunch
[00:53.04] With my sandwich and a beer I go on a hunch
[00:57.69] To the park where I hope to find
[01:01.85] A little bit of peace of mind
[01:07.47] As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent race
[01:13.12] I felt a strange sensation that without a trace appeared
[01:20.19] But then as quickly disappeared again
[01:25.87] Bridge:
[01:27.49] So tell me what's the bloody point of playing the game
[01:33.31] With so much to lose yet so little to gain
[01:38.30] You sell your life away
[01:46.42] Can't you see you're just a cog working like a dog
[01:53.20] You trade your future for a dead-end job
[01:57.96] That's full of routine days
[02:07.83] Routine days
[02:12.83] Verse #3:
[02:13.46] I race the clock to the end of my day
[02:18.40] The paycheck in my pocket makes me feel okay
[02:22.52] But was it worth the grind
[02:28.44] Just to keep from falling behind
[02:33.61] I stand here in the queue behind a foul cigar
[02:38.44] My face discreetly buried in a book on Mars
[02:43.63] Humdrum
[02:45.98] And I'm waiting on the pier 'til Charon comes
[03:07.01]