Wake up this morning
Yawning while wondering
What the day will bring
Nothing but the routine of a normal thing
A meeting to discuss nothing
Nothing's changing
Same old people saying the same old thing
Same old thing

What's in the eyes?  Lies, nothing otherwise
Big burger to small fries
Work 9 to 5 to stay alive, the cries
Things routinized, cannot rise
Sweat 'till your demise
Who's eating the pie? The big guys
Crumbs for those they despise
Same old thing

Minus background we remain down, underground
Lie by jacket and tie the sound
Leaders, traitors abound
Where's ours to be found?
In the ghettos downtown or there around
We have ounce, they've got pound
While they pound and expound
Same old thing