At five am the alarm clock rings And it seems like an explosion for my ears hey I didn't rest enough since the day before I've felt routine around me The school sucks for me because I don't understand anything I'm so sick of it Hey all my dreams, wife children, car, pets and Sunday Are vanishing from my mind and that's my frustration I work and see all the taxes I need to pay What should I do? And its my frustration Men have a dream and they've been living for it When the dream is over, men die