Bowling for Soup - Five O'Clock World Lyrics

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Up every mornin' just to keep a job 
I gotta fight my way through the husslin' mob 
Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain 
While another day goes down the drain 

But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows 
No one owns a piece of my time 
And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes 
Thinkin' that the world looks fine, yeah 
Holiday, yeah... 

Tradin' my time for the pay I get 
Livin' on money that I ain't made yet 
Gotta keep goin', gotta make my way 
While I live for the end of the day 

'Cause it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows 
No one owns a piece of my time 
And there's a long-haired girl who waits, I know 
To ease my troubled mind, yeah 
Holiday, yeah... 

In the shelter of her arms everything's okay 
She talks and the world goes slippin' away 
And I know the reason I can still go on 
When every other reason is gone 

In my five o'clock world she waits for me 
Nothin' else matters at all 
'Cause everytime my baby smiles at me 
I know that it's all worthwhile, yeah 
Holiday, yeah...(X3) 

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lyrics submitted by candy on 04-06-2006
lyrics corrected on 04-06-2006