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fugitive songs (a song cycle) company - subway song lyrics
man one:
wake up greet the day with the afternoon sun
have to be at work by a quarter to one.
give a yank, to the khakis and the collar in my closet
to the bank, where i take out even more than i deposit.
quarter tank of gas, enough to make it there at least
draw a blank on how i ended up a sandwich artist
repeat the routine keep on smiling despite
i feel like i’m han solo frozen in carbonite.
where i punch my little time card likе i’m punching panel siding
and i bunch my dreams togethеr till i can’t find where they’re hiding.
subs for lunch again maybe a beer and a bowl of cereal
i’ve a hunch i’m not subway manager material
frankly there’s no prospects in ‘franklin, west virginia’
you settle for a fraction of bliss.
minimum life, minimum love, minimum wealth, minimum action.
my story gets worse with every page
doing maximum time at minimum wage
home sweet shack again hit the bed with no shower
no use getting clean for five fifteen an hour.
when you die, all you have is ‘life experience’ and knowledge
time goes by, look you’re in your seventh year of college
blink and now you’re buried by the loans that you’ve accrued
so you lie to everyone about the job you do
frankly there’s no prospects in ‘franklin, west virginia’
you settle for a fraction of bliss.
minimum life, minimum love, minimum wealth, minimum action.
i’m a fine wine spoiled at an early age
in my forest green hat saying “you want to drink with that?”
doing maximum time at minimum wage
i can be something greater
man two:
i can be something greater
man three:
i can be something greater
all three:
then the least common denominator
man three:
turn and toss in bed over the things that i’m not
man two:
there’s no place like home if you like to sit and rot
man three:
so we ride and we try to give each trip a deeper meaning
man two:
and we hide we’re growing up so there’s no use intervening
all three:
we decide to run it’s our generations cancer
terrified of being trapped searching for _ the answer
man one:
_ the lamest story ever put on stage
all three:
everybody sing a song
man one:
you want a ‘6 inch or footlong?
all three:
doing maximum time at minimum wage.
man one:
sooner more than later let me do something greater
than maximum time at minimum wage
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