Praying to the Beat

Ooh...
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 'cos 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
Ma- ma-, ma- ma- 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
Yeah yeah

Ooh, by bus and train they all march to work
In their cars they go
Beep beep, beep berserk
The city people are marching in line
Just like tin soldiers
They're all in line

The secretaries with their tick-tack typing
They're hypnotised by their stereotyping
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 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
Yeah yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Craig, John Baxter, Paul Fishman, Roland Kerridge
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