Letras
Quick, six o'clock
Run around the block
Fix your breakfast
Check the stock
The wife and kids and cereal boxes
Alexa, agenda please
And right on cue
You leave the Mickey Mouse suburban house
And join the line to beat the line
End up behind the neighbour's slightly bigger SUV
To make a living, look alive
Suppress a yawn, just smile
And show your teeth at your neighbour, the other one
Who retired early but still wakes up early enough to be
Seen doing nothing in particular on his meticulous lawn
Cat bear the clock tick
Trafficking lockstep
Starbucks the colour of Nesquick
Bumper-to-bumper sticker down the street
In your matter-of-fact bric-a-brac nine-to-five
Or eight or nine
You tic-tac-toe the line you've been practicing
We're all doing great, thanks
You?
Never get sick, laugh on cue
Jack be nimble, Jack be slick
Never stick around long enough to think long enough on anything
Blink and say how interesting you feel that way
On the news they're hypocrites, it's all very political
But we real cool
We work late
We appropriat-ely
Pop a collar for a dollar any day
But at night
When you're alone on the roof with the moon for no particular reason
Something tricks your ticker-tape heart to quickening
There is music in the night's machinery
And you stand dumbfounded
On the brink of understanding
How elastic your mind might be
Till it's six o'clock again
You have to go again
That's all the time you have for sentimental antics
Stick to things that can be bought and told what to do
You're older now than you thought you'd be by now
But that's okay, it'll all pay off someday
When your kids, all 2.5 of them
Are underwhelming, overwrought, stunningly original clichés