Roger Miret And The Disasters - Punch The Clock lyrics

rate me

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