Song | This Is the New Sound |
Artist | Anti-Flag |
Album | A Document of Dissent |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
That alarm clock ringin’ in your ear, | |
Radio playing sports report cheer, | |
But you got nothing to cheer or shout about, | |
Just a nine to five in a lousy town. | |
Your morning begins, | |
With you thinkin’ of the cold of the street blown’ in your face. | |
Your morning begins with you thinkin’: | |
“One more day in this job and I’m gonna scream!” | |
So stand up | |
And step out, | |
Step out to the new sound. | |
“Hello!” to the manager, “Hello!” to the boss. | |
As they sell you short and they drink your blood | |
You give ‘em your heart and your very soul | |
Only to realize that they don’t give a **** about you! | |
Your morning begins, | |
With you thinkin’ of the cold of the street blowing in your face. | |
Your morning begins with you thinkin’: | |
“One more day in this life and I’m gonna scream!” | |
So stand up, | |
Step out, | |
Step out to the new sound. | |
And when they try to put you down put you on your back, | |
But you don’t take that you knock ‘em out! |
That alarm clock ringin' in your ear, | |
Radio playing sports report cheer, | |
But you got nothing to cheer or shout about, | |
Just a nine to five in a lousy town. | |
Your morning begins, | |
With you thinkin' of the cold of the street blown' in your face. | |
Your morning begins with you thinkin': | |
" One more day in this job and I' m gonna scream!" | |
So stand up | |
And step out, | |
Step out to the new sound. | |
" Hello!" to the manager, " Hello!" to the boss. | |
As they sell you short and they drink your blood | |
You give ' em your heart and your very soul | |
Only to realize that they don' t give a about you! | |
Your morning begins, | |
With you thinkin' of the cold of the street blowing in your face. | |
Your morning begins with you thinkin': | |
" One more day in this life and I' m gonna scream!" | |
So stand up, | |
Step out, | |
Step out to the new sound. | |
And when they try to put you down put you on your back, | |
But you don' t take that you knock ' em out! |
That alarm clock ringin' in your ear, | |
Radio playing sports report cheer, | |
But you got nothing to cheer or shout about, | |
Just a nine to five in a lousy town. | |
Your morning begins, | |
With you thinkin' of the cold of the street blown' in your face. | |
Your morning begins with you thinkin': | |
" One more day in this job and I' m gonna scream!" | |
So stand up | |
And step out, | |
Step out to the new sound. | |
" Hello!" to the manager, " Hello!" to the boss. | |
As they sell you short and they drink your blood | |
You give ' em your heart and your very soul | |
Only to realize that they don' t give a about you! | |
Your morning begins, | |
With you thinkin' of the cold of the street blowing in your face. | |
Your morning begins with you thinkin': | |
" One more day in this life and I' m gonna scream!" | |
So stand up, | |
Step out, | |
Step out to the new sound. | |
And when they try to put you down put you on your back, | |
But you don' t take that you knock ' em out! |