366

thirty ahead, sit down and wait
bored and tired, its the time that i hate
time i could better spend
doing something else
but im stuck here to the end

welcome, your number is 366
please wait untill your number is called
writing a song doesnt take long at all
i just want to get home

money makes the world go round
without it we are stuck in place
left forgotten in time and space
in this race we call life

its more painful when it gets close
only a few numbers left
tension is high, but we dont want to lose
the monthly cash, the reason for the queue

as i enter the room, walls painted white
a single desk, a smileand a choice of 2 chairs
pointless words, proof of being poor
leave with the weight lifted off my shoulders