Five O'Clock World

(albüm: Bowling For Soup Goes To The Movies - 2005)

Up every morning just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the hussling mob
Sounds of the city pounding in my brain
While another day goes down the drain

But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes
Thinking that the world looks fine, yeah
Holiday, yeah...

Trading my time for the pay I get
Living on money that I ain't made yet
Gotta keep going, gotta make my way
While I live for the end of the day

'Cause it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there's a long-haired girl who waits, I know
To ease my troubled mind, yeah
Holiday, yeah...

In the shelter of her arms everything's okay
She talks and the world goes slipping away
And I know the reason I can still go on
When every other reason is gone

In my five o'clock world she waits for me
Nothing else matters at all
'Cause everytime my baby smiles at me
I know that it's all worthwhile, yeah
Holiday, yeah... [x3]

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