wake up, it's seven o'clock on the dot  got the aches  to raise you need a crutch  nouriture, nurture the vulture  facin' up to mano-a-mano culture  no chance for algofobia  pissin' on suburbia  snail living keeps tempo so stagnant  rush for the bus, it's us  smell the fragrance !  huddle down the alleys, floodin' the stairwells  if that won't break your shell  astro city will ! !  nine o'clock, followed by the tragic ten  one hour of torture  seven more by then  collegiate bluff, it's gonna turn you off  bosses crawlin'  working ants, got their ears heated off  picture them in cahoots  just a bunch of toodle-loo fruits/ three piece suits  by twelve...  everyday blitzkrieg, everyday