Under the wire in time for departure Endless days that are making it harder Repetitious lines keep calling me on But it’s nothing less than death, death, death At 8 am Nothing less than death, death, death At 8 am Crying for food, for rest, for a pay raise I’m under this face, I’m a person too, can’t you see me? Oh sure, some of it’s great every now and then But most of it’s just death, death, death At 8 am Nothing less than death, death, death At 8 am Change in my pocket whenever I needed Songs in my head all day and no way to bleed them The hours are crooked and it’s nothing less, nothing less than you’d expect from Death, death, death At 8 am Nothing less than death, death, death At 8 am