There’s nothing out the window… I’ve been looking
There’s nothing on the internet… I’ve checked
There’s no one on my phone that I can think to call again
I’ve been diverted and distracted since I first got in at ten
But it’s Friday God, sweet Friday
And I can not work today
Because my job is so monotonous
I need to get away
My brain has gone to mush and now is leaking out my ears
The minutes last for hours and the hours last for years
So hurry up you tyrant clock and get me out of here
There’s nothing on the radio… it’s broken
There’s no one here to talk to… I have tried
There’s nothing that can make me wish my boss was not alive
But here I sit in Dante’s Hell until that clock strikes five
