Clock in you’re at work but you’re not working so hard
Checking messages ten times a day ensuring you’re not bored
Talking on someone else’s dime
Put a quarter in the pay phone don’t keep them waiting on the line [bad word] through time just to find myself
Asking someone in the future if they’d save me a space
Cause the line’s getting longer with every hour
People forget why they’re waiting
The mood’s turning sour

I don’t want to go to school tomorrow
Stay up late watching TV
Eat a midnight snack I’ll pretend it’s [bad word] as I’ll ever be

See those gentle sheep following a path to who knows where
Chewing on the grass so plentiful the wool is growing thicker
But the grass is made of plastic and there’s plastic on the grass
mechanical lady with her garden hose waters the cement

Where’s my mystical pan who plays on his flute?
Dancing entrancing those who choose to hear his tune
There’ll be a man [bad word] out of hiding
He’ll be the one who forces you to decide

Why can’t I just believe just believe?
I can move my feet
Pondering is a step beyond [bad word] as I’ll ever