I wake each day and I go tick-tock
I spend my life trying to beat the clock
I jump down turn around I gotta move
get up and atom, I ain´t got no time to lose
I grab my clothes ´cause I can’t be late
a shot of coffee to stimulate
I look around me and what do I see
we are all moving like machinery
Praying, praying,
praying to the beat, praying to the beat
Praying, praying,
praying to the beat, praying to the beat
Praying, praying,
praying to the beat, praying to the beat
Yeah, yeah
By bus and train they all march to work
in their cars they go beep beep beep berserk
the city people all marching in time
just like tin soldiers they’re all in line
the secretaries with their tick-tack typing
they’re hypnotized by their stereo typing
they keep it moving all day long
the time and motion construction – suction song
Praying, praying,
praying to the beat, praying to the beat
Praying, praying,
praying to the beat, yeah
Praying, praying,
praying to the beat, praying to the beat
Praying, praying,
praying to the beat, praying to the beat
Praying, praying,
praying to the beat, praying to the beat
Praying, praying,
praying to the beat, praying to the beat
Yeah...
