The sun was coming up Soldiers of light storming my brain Day, have I the guts to greet you? Alarm clock tomorrow, cradle to the grave
Working full-time
Vigilant people In the cult of enterprise Lean into the day With all your heart and mind We were not made to fear the morning Put down, put under and put on We are not what we once were We will be all undone
Working full-time (x4)
We won't be undersold (x4)
I'll find my wealth all about me Shake the hand that rakes the common temper It's your kindness that gives life to my mind I want to wake up every morning full of wonder
