Trained from iFuns by The Insufficient Funs

Every morning it's a crime, shot by sunshine
Misery loves company, takes me for a ride
Million riders on the train all twisted out of shape
And I want to spread my wings and fly
But it's so tight, every inch is occupied
Still something tells me forget nine to five
At the end of the line, there's a brand new sight
Getting off this train before that time

La-la-la La-la-la-la-la

Skipping breakfast in the morning
Another meal just passed me by
Like the car that left me high and dry
No room for one last bite
In the rain, the sleet, and the snow
You gotta go where you gotta go
Gotta keep on moving and grooving
With no room to maneuver
So climb aboard, don't hold the doors
I think I'll pull the cord

La-la-la La-la-la-la-la

It was like a war, Viet Nam without the napalm
Evacuation, everybody off the train
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
Trying not to lose my head

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