Agathorn - Day-Mare Lyrics

DAY-MARE

Wake up from your pleasant dreams it's almost six o'clock
The ringing bells switch off your cerebellum
Half asleep you stumble to the morning shower shock
The stinging jets hit like a Parabellum
Hurry with the coffee now - damned what an awful taste
The toast is just the same - must be the toothpaste

One eye on the bus time table, one eye on your watch
You get your coat on running down the stairs
Down the street, around the corner - just in time to catch - a glimpse of bus 11 from the rear
Have to take the Tube instead, so down the stairs - make haste
Smiling posters are shouting about toothpaste - but:

You have no time to smile yourself. The clock, the watch, the minutes - oh dem bells...
To keep you slave we need no fists, you've got your master round your wrist

Finally you reach your job - there's music in the air
It's Swingle Singers singing JSB

Background music increases productivity
And minutes saved is money earned you see
Work and work - a little break - but there's no time to waste
Back to the machine producing toothpaste

You must keep the work rate all along
In your head the bells still go: Ding Dong
To keep you slave we need no fists, you've got your master round your wrist

The hooter goes, the day is done you hurry out the gate
Have to do some shopping on your way
Queuing here and queuing there - you're getting home quite late
So dinner's what's left from yesterday
Dining at the telly - there's a hero being chased
Then a spot - about soap and toothpaste

You fall asleep before it's through
Waking up just as the clock strikes two
You forget to brush your teeth and all
To bed says the master on the wall

You have to hurry all the time
Listen to them bells - can't you hear them chime ?
To keep you slave we need no fists, you've got your master round your
You've got your master round your
You've got your master round your...wrist