Punch The Clock (Roger Miret and the Disasters)

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 987654321... 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