Looking out from the insides.
Star trekkin' with the three blind mice.
Is it just a ministry?

Bad thoughts and a Viva, this is me.
After time "C'mon, drink up, mate!"
Smoking dope at the factory gate.
It's another time, another place.
Broken bottles smashing on the stage.
And they're laughing.

Look where it got me.
It's just another day.
Look where it got me.
Just another place.

Expressionless faces, starring from the lit dance floor.
Can you see me or hear me?
They watch, they shout, they cry for more.
Stagger home in a drunken state.
Up for work - You can't be late.