Caught the bus at 5:06
That's in the AM for all you little trust fund kids
And it's a 45 minute trip
If she ain't in by six she'll catch another pink slip
And that's three and that means fired
A coffee therrmus in the purse to help her keep wired
The daycare where she drops the baby off
Thank god it's on the same block as the bus stop
At 530 she's half way there
And her back already hurts from the buses plastic chair
Live to work to live to work to live
Gotta feed the kid and give it all she's got to give
Plus she's trying to catch a little overtime
If she stays till four she could be home by five
Shuts her eyes for the rest of the route
And keeps her headphones loud
To drown everything out but the same old song


Whoa!
Whoa not another day!
Not another day of the same old song!

Seemed like nobody even knew his name, huh
If he disappeared would they even see the blank spot
The only that kids that might notice are the ones who
Push him up and down the hallways and in the lunch room
Sometimes he looks at his bruises
And wants to come to school with a gun like them kids on news did
But naw man they don't deserve to die
He's the type that couldn't even murder a fly
I guess you get used to the life
Maybe that's why he refuses to cry
Takes it on the chin takes it in stride
What doesn't break you just makes you stronger right?
So he sits by himself on the school bus
Hoping that today he wouldn't have to put his dukes up
But just like any other here they come to fuck with his comfort
Can't wait for summer it's the same old song


Whoa!
Whoa not another day!
Not another day of the same old song!

Whoa!
Whoa not another day!
Not another day of the same old song!

C'mon
Woke up at the taste of dawn
Where the cities bloodline starts to push it along
The generators on those public buses
Is enough to bust you out of any dream that you stuck in
I guess that's the chance you takin
When you camp out in front of that transfer station
And this town got no answers to chase
That's why he always sleeps near the transportation
Panhandling
Transient
Freedom
Transplant
He ain't from this region
And when the wind starts to whisper its lips
He knows enough to pack it up and dip out before the winter hits
Childhood dreams washed down the gutter
Both parents gone no sisters no brothers
Weak memories
Strong paranoia
While the same song repeats in his head over and over and over and over it goes


Whoa!
Whoa not another day!
Not another day of the same old song!

Whoa!
Whoa not another day!
Not another day of the same old song! C'mon

Whoa!
Whoa not another day!
Not another day of the same old song!

Whoa!
Whoa not another day!
Not another day of the same old song! C'mon


Lyrics submitted by acidmaniac, edited by lachrist

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    General CommentAt the show I was at, Slug said this was his favorite song of Atmosphere's. It's one of his least allegorical song, just some straightforward storytelling about pain. It's a good song for Atmosphere beginners.
    Tray Dubon November 05, 2008   Link
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    General Commenthaha atmosphere beginners..nice

    love this song..
    jess90220on February 16, 2011   Link

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