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Not Another Day - Atmosphere

Caught the bus at 5 6

That's in the AM for all you little trustfund kids

And it's a 45 minute trip

If she aint in by 6 she'll catch another pinkslip

And that's 3 and that means fired

A coffee thermice 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 busstop

By 5 30 she's halfway there

And the back's already hurtin' from the buses plastic chair

Live to work to live to work to live

She's gotta feed the kid and give it all she's got to give

Plus she's tryin'a catch a little overtime

If she stays 'til 4 she could be home by 5

Shuts her eyes for the rest of the route

And keeps the headphones loud to drown everything out

But 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

Seems like nobody even knew his name huh

If he disappeared would they even see the blank spot

The only kids who might notice are the ones

Who push him up and down

The hallways and in the lunch rooms

Sometimes he looks at his bruises

He wants to come to school with a gun

Like those kids on the news did

Nah man they don't deserve to die

And he's the type of kid that couldn't 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 dosn'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 f**k off 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 cumon

Woke up at the break of dawn

When the city's bloodline starts to waste along

The generator on those public buses is enough to bust you

Out of any daydream your stuck in

I guess that's the chance you takin'

When you camp out infront 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 not from this region

But 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 cumon

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 cumon