On the Clock - The Methadones

It’s not like my job is difficult, but sometimes it gets to me

When I think about my place in this world

I’m getting older and my boss has got me doing pointless things

For stupid reasons and I can’t say anything

On the clock, you’ll catch me dreaming

On the clock, that I am leaving

Getting into your car and driving away

On the clock

On the clock

If I won the lottery I would buy this company

And then I’d run it right into the ground

I would buy the biggest chair that I could find

Sit high above everyone smoking cigars

On the clock, I am so jaded

On the clock, and so frustrated

Because I want to dish it right back but I can’t

On the clock, I’ll shrug my shoulders

On the clock, when the day is over

On the clock, my world is so absurd

On the clock, my world is so absurd