Lyrics:

It’s 8 a.m. and time to go

close the bloody radio

I’m walking down the avenue

and it’s a stormy kind of view

A metro moving nowhere fast

people look at things gone past

and everywhere a silent dream

well things are just as they would seem

Back in the factory

things ain’t satisfactory

everything seems so wrong

back in the factory

things ain’t satisfactory

my mind has almost gone

I do my job and bide my time

stand alone resort to crime

and everywhere a silent scream

well thing are just as they would seem