Productional output of the bio-machinery.
Committing a murder in th over-crowded cage,
Or another suicide in the self-inflicted rage.
Black is black, white is white, life is life.
Baby, nine to five.
Black is black, white is white, life is life.
Baby, nine to five.
I've seen what there was in my book of rules.
Orders screamed to those pure insane fools.
The alien way to every word you say,
Is an inspiration to an uninspired day.
Black is black, white is white, life is life.
Baby, nine to five.
Black is black, white is white, life is life.
Baby, nine to five.
Please let me see your night or day,
Turn it on an island in my, you don't understand,
We don't care, we don't see.
There's a light in the lives of people like me!
Adam Ant