Routine Dean

Westgate

I waited until he walked out and double-turned

Near the bank to walk back round

Sending me on a wild goose chase

Fillin' in forms upstairs, downstairs

Little details, nobody gives a fuck, who cares?

Left with a cola-cube full of boundless rage

Slip and limp into the next, but the feeling still remains

I hate what you do, and I don't like you

I hate what you do, and I don't like you

Barriers that need your ticket number, the queue gathers length

I used it as a fuckin' toothpick waitin' on the chair near ward eight

I'm a swivel servant, years of service mate

I'll piss in a cup and throw it at y'boss

Golden handshake, profile people, living as profile page pixels

Match the info section to match your broad range

(One more time)

I hate what you do, and I don't like you

I hate what you do, and I don't like you

I hate what you do, and I don't like you

Routine Dean, so do I

It's like biting bricks and a dead eye

Struggle of work, day is dressed down naivety

And deep frowns and long days

I go crazed, no life gives, no like makes

Cocooning, mobility's gonna move me

I pick up the phone, I'm already there

But I didn't even fuckin' feel the journey

The private bubble, no, you and me, just that electrified electricity

I hate what you do, and I don't like you

I hate what you do, and I don't like you

I hate what you do, and I don't like you

I hate what you do, and I don't like you

I hate what you do, and I don't like you

I hate what you do, and I don't like you