A Routine Day KLAATU

It s Just Like a Day in Life, dont you Think It started off a routine day I got through the morning in the usual way I caught to buy some 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 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 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 deadend job That s full of routine days Routine days