I'm stumbling through the maze of a newly built estate
Where my feet won't move in time against the pavement
I know I have to fight, I just hope I'll be alright
Hearing echoed chants of a confused statement

And by Monday morning we will sink to the minimum wage
And by Tuesday evening we will fear that we can't cope again
Raise a glass on Friday night where we'll drink it down the drain
Three years at Cambridge but our chances are all the same

Each word feels like a sentence
Each whisper said with vengeance
Blinded by the street lamp glow
With concrete fragrance

But I stand a disciple to a land of a thousand fools
A tribe with no feeling cause we learnt too much at school
Raise a glass to the new day dawning
To the people that time forgot
Raise a glass to your old school photos
And the ideas that time chewed up

And by Monday morning we will sink to the minimum wage
And by Tuesday evening we will fear that we can't cope again


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