Clocked

I’m an ordinary citizen with an extra ordinary despair
Take a look at me i ain’t going nowhere
Iwander along
Just like a dog without a home
Going to work now what a surprise
I be a transformer — a robot in disguise
Knowledge and wit like the pages of The Sun
They swallow my soul while the radio plays on…
Knuckle down, head down
Fit the stereotype
My working rage
It’s the price i pay
Like shelley said what do I get?'
They’re keeping me occupied while they’re feeding off my sweat
Days are taken up with daydreaming and fantasy
I 'll never turn these dreams into reality
So now i’ll carry on sing my merry song
Dance to their tune while inside i’m torn
Material satisfaction false interaction
I 'll fuck you up with unprovoked reaction
Kicking off…
I be kicking off