[Intro - Guitar Riff, pub crowd murmur] [Verse 1] Another morning, clock-in blues, Same four walls, same worn-out shoes. The bossman’s talking, but I can’t hear— It’s all white noise, another year. [Pre-Chorus] The telly’s selling what I can’t buy, They dress it up, I just get by. [Chorus] We’re all lined up for the payday parade, Drinking cheap thrills, watching dreams fade. Trying to feel something we once believed, But it’s all the same, it’s all the same. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] The lads out front talk plans and schemes, Big city talk, small-town dreams. They say “one day we’ll break away,” But Monday always finds its way. [Pre-Chorus] The paper screams that life’s a race, But I’m still stuck in second place. [Chorus] We’re all lined up for the payday parade, Drinking cheap thrills, watching dreams fade. Trying to feel something we once believed, But it’s all the same, it’s all the same. [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] We’re all lined up for the payday parade, Drinking cheap thrills, watching dreams fade. Trying to feel something we once believed, But it’s all the same, it’s all the same. [Outro - Guitar outro]
