five o clock world

Bowling For Soup

Up every mornin just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the husslin mob
Sounds of the city poundin in my brain
While another day goes down the drain

But it s a five o clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there s a five o clock me inside my clothes
Thinkin that the world looks fine, yeah
Holiday, yeah

Tradin my time for the pay I get
Livin on money that I ain t made yet
Gotta keep goin , gotta make my way
While I live for the end of the day

Cause it s a five o clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there s a long-haired girl who waits, I know
To ease my troubled mind, yeah
Holiday, yeah

In the shelter of her arms everything s okay
She talks and the world goes slippin away
And I know the reason I can still go on
When every other reason is gone

In my five o clock world she waits for me
Nothin else matters at all
Cause everytime my baby smiles at me
I know that it s all worthwhile, yeah
Holiday, yeah... [x3]