The Morning she cracks whip and i crawl out of my bed
The cogs and the wheels of daylight say children they must be fed
The kitchen don't give no solace sleep' dragging at my feet
I'm dragging the ball and chain now , it's daytime on civvy street
The coffee it smells like Tyres pours out like motor oil
My head is full of wires short-circuiting my soul
There's some folk that greet the morning with wide open arms they meet
My footsteps they ring hollow , it's daytime on civvy street
Come on doggy won't you move your feet
Aight, do the civvy street
to his master's voice so sweet
Aight, do the Civvy street
So i walk down to the station my soul trailing like a child
Focus are stoopped in mourning for the passing of simpler times
The train screams its arrival , silence shattered at my feet
Beauty has found a rival , it's daytime on civvy street
Come on doggy won't you move your feet
Aight, do the civvy street
to his master's voice so sweet
Aight, do the Civvy street
Well come on now you girls and boys
Aight, do the civvy street
To the sound of his master's voice
Aight, do the civvy street
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