Everyday the same

We all get up early to do our daily chores

Ironing and washing and sometimes cleaning doors

Tidying up for the visitors we never do see

This isn’t living; this isn’t a future for me

Breakfast at 7 then a packed lunch in our hand

The routine I hate, why can’t they understand

I meet the same people and we say the same things

Are we just puppets performing boredom on strings?

Chorus

Everyday the same

Nothing happens here

Going through the motion

My life I have to steer

I have to escape

This world that surrounds me

I have dreams I wan to live

Why can’t they see?

My mum always saying ‘you’ll not amount to much’

Like a rabbit wanting to escape I’m trapped inside this hutch

A brother whose dreams were dashed early on

I still have hopes and dreams that haven’t yet gone

Bridge

This can’t be our lives, this can’t be our existence

I’ll fight the regime; I’ll show you my resistance

They all do a day job that they don’t really like

We can’t afford a car so dad’s out early on his bike

Tick tock of the clock a time bomb ready to explode

People walking down the same tireless road