Roger Miret & The Disasters — Punch The Clock lyrics

Lyrics

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
987 654 321… 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