Lyrics On the Clock - The Methadones

On the Clock

It’s not like my job is difficult, but sometimes it gets to me
When I think about my place in this world
I’m getting older and my boss has got me doing pointless things
For stupid reasons and I can’t say anything
On the clock, you’ll catch me dreaming
On the clock, that I am leaving
Getting into your car and driving away
On the clock
On the clock
If I won the lottery I would buy this company
And then I’d run it right into the ground
I would buy the biggest chair that I could find
Sit high above everyone smoking cigars
On the clock, I am so jaded
On the clock, and so frustrated
Because I want to dish it right back but I can’t
On the clock, I’ll shrug my shoulders
On the clock, when the day is over
On the clock, my world is so absurd
On the clock, my world is so absurd