Clean Slate

Alarm goes off, 6 AM
One more day and then weekend
Dressed in the office uniform
Hairbrushes all shape and form

Through the door and cross the street
Whilst trying to make up time
Buy the ticket, squeeze on the train
Eyes fixed firmly on the windowpane

Repeat again

'Cause here inside this machine
Nothing ever slows down
The slate will always wipe clean
You seem to make your crown

Alarm goes off, 5 PM
For the after-work wind down
But no one's gonna hang around
It's target failure til we drown

Bottle spirits sinking fast
Another one rising at last
The self-assured never scar
Their pride will heal with a company car

'Cause you live inside this machine
Nothing ever slows down
But the slate will always wipe clean
And you seem to make your crown

Make your crown