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 dead-end job That’s full of routine days Routine days