Routine
Paim
Through the window Sunshine calls me
Pretty blue sky to see the world
But I've got nothing to do
Electronic alarm clock
Electric Bus
Processing Computer
Robot
I've got my hands and my feet tied
By me, by them
Nobody is going to give me a ride
Even more if they know I'm wanted
I should go to Work, or maybe
I should go traveling, or maybe
But I guess I'll keep on sleeping and dreaming