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letra de subway song - miller/tysen

wake up, greet the day with the afternoon sun
have to be at work by a quarter to 1
give a yank to the khakis and the color in my closet

to the bank, where i take out even more than i deposit
a quarter tank of gas, enough to make it there at least
draw a blank on how i ended up a sandwich artiste

repeat the routine, keep on smiling despite
i feel like i′m han solo, frozen in carbonite
‘fore i punch my little time card like i′m punching panel siding
and i bunch my drеams together
’till i can’t find wherе they′re hiding
subs for lunch again, get me a beer and a bowl of cereal
i′ve a hunch i’m not subway management material

frankly, there′s no prospects in franklin, west virginia
you settle for a fraction of bliss
minimum life, minimum love, minimum wealth, minimum action
my story gets worse with every page
doin’ maximum time at minimum wage

home sweet shack again, hit the bed with no shower
no use getting clean for $5.15 an hour
when you die, all you have is life experience and knowledge
time goes by, look, you′re in your seventh year of college!
blink an eye, you’re buried by the loans that you accrue
so, you lie, to everyone about the job you do
frankly, there′s no prospects in franklin, west virginia
you settle for a fraction of bliss
minimum life, minimum love, minimum wealth, minimum action
i’m a fine wine spoiled at an early age
in my forest green hat, sayin’ “you wanna drink with
that?”
doin′ maximum time at minimum wage

i could be something greater
(i could be something greater)
(i could be something greater)
than the least common denominator (than the least common denominator)

(turnin′, tossin’, bent over the things that i′m not)
(there’s no place like home if you like to sit and rot)
(so we ride, and try to give each trip a deeper meaning)
(and we hide from growing up, so there′s no use intervening)
(we decide to run, it’s our generation′s cancer)
(terrified of being trapped, searching for answers…)

the lamest story ever put on stage
everybody sing a song (everybody sing a song)
“you wanna six-inch or foot-long?”
doin’ maximum time at minimum wage
(doin’ maximum time at minimum wage)
sooner more than later lemme do something
greater than maximum time at minimum wage

- millertysen

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