Lyrics Hyde 2612 - Aynsley Lister

Hyde 2612

I’m not feeling quite myself, something’s gone outta sync
There’s a cog inside my head, needs relocating and slotting in It all looks a little strange like I been here before
But things are not in place, somebody moved the door
Who is this man in front of me, stained with nicotine
He claims he’s my superior and it’s 1973
Whose own way of policing ain’t doing it by the book
Settling most endeavours with a healthy right hook
For him the word compassion’s not in his vocabulary
Trying it got me back «don't go all Dorothy on me»
Chorus
Wake, wake up To another day with the Sheriff trying to show me the way
Come on now wake, wake up Wake up and smell the cocoa, I’m still here
I guess I ain’t going home today…
Speeding round the streets, heavy on the brakes
Taking bribes, planting evidence to clear the scum away
Bets on a Party 7, fighting for my pride
The only way to show him that I’m right this time
Done and dusted by teatime, his gut paving the way
Another off the streets, another collar put away
Chorus x 2
Today, not today, I ain’t going home today
Today, not today, I ain’t going home today