That alarm clock ringin' in your ear
Radio playing sports report cheer
But you got nothing to cheer or shout about
Just a nine to five in a lousy town
Your morning begins, with you thinkin' of the cold
of the street blown' in your face
Your morning begins with you thinkin'… "One
more day in this job and I'm gonna scream!"

So stand up
And step out
Step out to The New Sound

"Hello!" to the manager, "Hello!" to the boss
As they sell you short and they drink your blood
You give 'em your heart and your very soul
Only to realize that they don't give a fuck about
you!
Your morning begins, with you thinkin' of the cold
of the street blowin in your face
Your morning begins with you thinkin', "One more
day in this life and I'm gonna scream!"

So stand up
Step out
Step out to The New Sound
And when they try to put you down put you on
your back,
but you don't take that you knock 'em out!