Lyrics

He stares at the clock again
Confined by the same walls again
Is this the perfect life?
Working the daily grind

She sits all alone again
Assigned to the same screen again
Is she the perfect wife?
Living the daily grind

The hours unwind
The engine grinds
We bide our time
For fives and nines

Suits scurry like mice
To impress people they don’t like
In concrete honeycombs
Waiting on fives and nines

The hours unwind
The engine grinds
We bide our time
For fives and nines