9 To 5 At The Morgue

(álbum: Anarchists Of Good Taste - 2001)

Within the pale white walls
From 9 to 5 day after day
I feel no more alive
Than the stiff that lies the table before me

Wake up too early to twist the key
Stumble on over to the Mr. Coffee
Pour myself a warm black existence

We're 9 to 5
Within the pale white walls
From 9 to 5 day after day
I feel so cold inside
Like the stiff that lies the table before me

Wake up too early to twist the key
Stumble on over to the Mr. Coffee
Pour myself a warm black existence

9 to 5 at the morgue
Overtime for the corpse
Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes
Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes

9 to 5

The truth is harsher than you think
It's the hair that fills the sink
Or the wrinkles around your eyes
Until you're old and hypnotised
9 to 5

Die and die
Die and draw flies
Die and die
Die and draw flies

This day is never going to end for me

The end is closer than you think
So pour yourself another drink
And don't let it get to you
'Cos that's exactly what it will do
9 to 5

Die and die
Die and draw flies
Die and die
Die and draw flies

Wake up too early to twist the key
Stumble on over to the Mr. Coffee
Pour myself a warm black existence

9 to 5 at the morgue
Overtime for the corpse
Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes
Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes

Stitch his lips and shut his eyes
9 to 5 at the morgue