True Illness - Not On Tour

I’m here again, the dream of the old lady and the guy from work

Average food and recycled thoughts, my head laying on the table

I can hear him coming over when he opens the door

Nothing new, average job and a monthly bus ticket

Wait for the time to come average goals and a pitiful mind

I can see where this is going — way over our heads

Stand in line and watch your mouth

And tell your mother that you love her, cover your ears and stick to the plan

Cover your ears with Glue and stick to the plan

(you know it by heart)