Radio waves wake the population
Time to turn the wheels of the machine
The sun is on
The streets are activated
Go to work.

Automotive blood cells move through concrete veins
to reach the heart of this metropolis
We move the same direction in 3 lanes
What's good for the system must be good for all of us

Commuter

Citizens exit public transportation
like pills from out of a dispenser
We rush to reach our final destination
Wait in line, they'll get to you eventually
We gotta make it to the promise land (on time)
a place where everything is beautiful
where every woman and every man
each has a happy little cubicle.

Commuter

Point A...Point B...Point A...Point B...
Point A...Point B...Point A...Point B...