Well, the LED is hazy, the mirror's face is smeared
Poundin' on the window, today's bad news is here
This early in the morning, one thing is crystal clear
Working for a living ain't my dream career
But here I go, again, to sacrifice the next day
To higher up the food chain, running for the F-Train
Yeah, gossips at the office, are singing in my ear
The coffee maker prophets are trading snots and sneers
And the bullsh** of the bosses flows swiftly down to here
And all day long I'm thinking, "Get me out of here!"
But here I go, again, fumblin' for loose change
Trying to get the rent paid, running for the F-Train
Running for the F-Train
Will my youthful days be wasted? While all that happens here:
Days turn in to months and the weeks turn in to years
This feelin' in my stomach grows seven shades past fear
Kickin' back the lager, don't make it disappear
But here I go, again, waking with a dull pain
Just another morning, running for the F-Train. Yeah
Here I go, again, nothing but the same thing
Soaking up the cold rain, running for the F-Train
And here I go, again, it's time to get movin'
And face another morning, running for the F-Train. Yeah
And here I go, again, and here I go, again
And here I go, again, running for the F-Train. Yeah
And here I go, again, and here I go, again
And here I go, again, running for the F-Train. Yeah