CEREAL

I’m a big girl now,
I’ve got to get my life together.
I have to stop buying clothes
to make myself feel better.
No more luxuries like TV,
being poor is a choice.
If i stopped living for me,
then I might afford some joy.
I’ve got
business meetings (with)
business men (with)
business cards (and)
ballpoint pens.
Investments, and sales to make;
communications to facilitate.
I’m not happy, I need change,
the world keeps spinning
but it’s all the same.

Wake up in the morning,
and eat your cereal.
Drink your espresso,
and read the news.
You’ve got to get up,
get in your car,
and go on your daily drive,
and maybe you will realise
you only feel alive
when you get down.

I wake up to my alarm at 8:32,
the perfect time to be hitting snooze.
I wake up to my alarm at 8:43,
and I finally decide
that it’s time for me to get ready.
Fed up with being told our generation
is going to pay more to get less
in education, health, pensions, housing
and everything else.
It’s such a shame!
You thought that things might change
overnight.
Pull the wool over your eyes,
you’ll feel better in another five.

Wake up in the morning,
and eat your cereal.
Drink your espresso,
and read the news.
You’ve got to get up,
get in your car,
for yet another nine to five,
and maybe you will realise
you only feel alive
when you get down.

I’ve got to get up.
I’ve got to get up.
My alarm is going off,
and I’m going to be late
if I don’t get up.
If I got up,
I could have a bowl of cereal
and head about my day.

I’ve got to get up.
I’ve got to get up.
My alarm is going off,
and I’m going to be late
if I don’t get up.
If I got up,
I could have a bowl of cereal
and be fashionably late.

I’ve got to get up.
I’ve got to get up.
My alarm is going off,
and I’m going to be late
if I don’t get up.
If I got up,
I could have a bowl of cereal
and pretend it’s all OK.

I’ve got to get up.