Stare out the windows,
Cross a street called Styx.
Row after row like criminals,
Filling a weekend's gossip fix.
Can't break down, though evreryone'd love to see.
Gotta save face in front of the chicks.
It's my own personal ride to hell,
On a busload full of dicks.

Wait around and watch the clock,
Seconds tick by 'til the hands can stop.
Wind it up at the end of the day,
So it can keep you ticking,
Keep you clicking,
Keep you kicking,
Keep you wasting away.

Stare down the days long face,
As it finally gets completed.
Theres no pleasure in this empty task,
Another tomorow to be succeded.
Just more shit for me to do,
Just more shit for the conceited.
It's my own personal punishment,
Makin me feel unneeded and defeated.

Wait around and watch the clock,
Seconds tick by 'til the hands can stop.
Wind it up at the end of the day,
So it can keep you ticking,
Keep you clicking,
Keep you kicking.,
Keep you wasting away.

Stare at the kid, his head hung low,
He can't find another path.
Cause his father beats him senseless,
Until he can pass his math.
He's so glad no one likes him,
So theres noone there to ask.
It's his own personal savior,
So theres nothing he'd hafta mask.

Wait around and watch the clock,
Seconds tick by til the hands can stop.
Wind it up at the end of the day,
So it can keep you ticking,
Keep you clicking,
Keep you kicking.
Keep you wasting away.