「歌曲」Short CirKit、Micky Monday、D-Town Jr. - 925

I'm on the 9 to 5 now, killing time
Staring at the ceiling, counting every line
I traded in my dreams for a steady wage
Now I'm just a number on a page

Monday morning, coffee's getting cold
Another week of doing what I'm told
The clock ticks slow, I watch the minutes pass
Wondering how long this is gonna last

But when the whistle blows, I'm out the door
Running to the things I'm living for
Guitar in hand, a melody to write
Underneath the city lights

This job might pay the bills, but it can't buy my soul
I've got a rhythm in my heart that's taking control
From 9 to 5, I'm playing by their rules
But after hours, I'm breaking all the tools

So let the weekend come, I'll find my way
To a brighter, different kind of day
Where every chord and every note I play
Chases all the gray away

I'm on the 9 to 5 now, killing time
But in my heart, I'm singing a different rhyme
Someday soon, I'll make my escape
And write my own name on the tape