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the pretty visitors - head in the sand lyrics

the pretty visitors ‘head in the sand’

carriage of gloom of existential weight
embody this grey sunday
i hope we’re all f+cking late
and miss the monday meetings
the five alarms
the sh+tty cereal bars
the morning coffee
the search for car keys
the suit and noose
the lonely commute
the forced smile
the+must+be+done+by+5+file
the belligerent boss
the colleague constantly cross
the three pound meal deal
the aching that your eyes feel
the signing of the time sheet
the creak of the seat
the sepulchral sound of the phone ring
the sluggish clock dreadfully ticking
the hours, seconds, minutes of our lives away
i hope we’re all f+cking late

if you don’t know what you’re working for
head in the sand let’s work some more
if you don’t know what you’re working for
head in the sand let’s work some more
rain, snow or shine there is no forgiving
just relentless business until your morals are spinning
and your weekend away flies by in the blink of an eye
and screech the sunday train blue and as unwilling as the rest of us
tied to a machine
and ridden till it’s crushed to dust
9 am ain’t so far away
the white washed walls with the macho displays
who’ll slit your neck with a fountain pen for a 500 quid raise
dog eat dog suppressed and obsessed us short sighted
and fighting as the world burns
and the tide rises and people are dying
but how did janet get a flat in those new high rises
water cooler news
backstabbing baboons
the+stay+late+with+no+extra+pay culture
the vultures and ravens to madness we’re corporation sculptures

if you don’t know what you’re working for
head in the sand let’s work some more
if you don’t know what you’re working for
head in the sand let’s work some more

shake my head and empty it
i want to be a kid again
i’ll take it apart
tear out this heart
my soul like this train window
glimpsing everything, gaining nothing
brake in case of emergency
or just brake for the sake of it
bleed it dry for 9 pound 99 every day
9 til’ 5 until till the day that i die
if you don’t know what you’re working for
head in the sand let’s work some more
if you don’t know what you’re working for
head in the sand let’s work some more

- the pretty visitors lyrics

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