[Intro] [Upbeat synth bassline begins] [Heavy drum beat drops] [Distorted voice filter] Eight to four... Toyota door... [Verse 1] Alarm goes off at six AM Milk-white skin, no tan again Fluorescent lights, a pale shade of blue He drinks three black coffees, maybe two Puts on the gray jacket, steps in the cold The most predictable story ever told [Pre-Chorus] [Music builds up] Stares at the floor in the elevator ride Social interaction? He’ll run and hide No eye contact, don't say hello He’s got a very tight schedule to go! [Chorus] [Explosive synth-pop beat] Eight to four! Eight to four! Unlocking the silver Corolla door! Pale white ghost on the Ring Road line Eating dark rye bread and doing just fine! Strictly punctual, strictly neat The most average man you will ever meet! [Verse 2] [Catchy synth riff] He works in the office, spreadsheet glow UV index is ninety-nine below Clock hits four, he drops the pen Won't stay a second over sixteen:00 again! Drives to the supermarket, buys the same cheese Crosses his arms in the fifteen-degree breeze [Guitar Solo] [Melodic 80s synth-guitar solo] [Bridge] [Tempo slows down slightly, heavy bass synth] He fears small talk like a fatal disease Quietly muttering into the trees "It’s fine," he says. "It's cold," he says. Living life in a gray-scale haze. [Beat builds up fast] Back to the Toyota! [Chorus] [Full energy] Eight to four! Eight to four! Unlocking the silver Corolla door! Pale white ghost on the Ring Road line Eating dark rye bread and doing just fine! Strictly punctual, strictly neat The most average man you will ever meet! [Outro] [Music fading out with engine rev sound effect] Toyota starts... Zero small talk... See you tomorrow at eight AM. [Final electronic thud]
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