It is true the commute is a murder in the afternoon
The Sun will rise on another day
From garbage heap to ocean spray
A voice for a cause sings a protest song
With a one note verse in which the chorus is lost
A broken nose
A missing toe
Perched on the rails
Perched on your throne
You came to say
What's mine today
Will come around to be your's again
Laugh your way home
"The Cut" you roam
Early evening your black punchlines are dropping
Laugh your way home
It is true the commute is a murder in the afternoon
Forever crucified back lit by the sky
What Devil did you bribe to make your wings take flight?
As your community grows the same old story's told
From soaring in the sky to flattened on the road
A broken nose
A missing toe
Perched on the rails
Perched on your throne
You came to say
What's mine today
Will come around to be your's again
Laugh your way home
"The Cut" you roam
Early evening your black punchlines are dropping
Laugh your way home
It is true the commute is a murder in the afternoon
The Sun will rise on another day
From garbage heap to ocean spray