Getting up at 5am
with the grey sky breaking
Doing a job he doesn’t like
His future he is betraying
Chorus
So come the rolling days
One much the same as the other
Stuck in a cycle of grey
Good stuff must’ve passed him over?
In to work he gets
Slaving away for a minimum wage
His brain seems to forget
What happened since yesterday
Chorus
So come the rolling days
One much the same as the other
Stuck in a cycle of grey
Good stuff must’ve passed him over?
He’s not cut out for the ordinary
He’s meant for something else
Something quite extraordinary
Is what he’s always felt
Chorus
So come the rolling days
One much the same as the other
Stuck in a cycle of grey
Good stuff must’ve passed him over?
No being a slave to the system for him
Or stacking shelves day in, day out
Always wondering what could’ve been
Sometimes he just wants to shout
Chorus
So come the rolling days
One much the same as the other
Stuck in a cycle of grey
Good stuff must’ve passed him over?
Caliburnus Rises 