Routine Dean

Westgate

I waited until he walked out and double-turned
Near the bank to walk back round
Sending me on a wild goose chase
Fillin' in forms upstairs, downstairs
Little details, nobody gives a fuck, who cares?
Left with a cola-cube full of boundless rage
Slip and limp into the next, but the feeling still remains

I hate what you do, and I don't like you
I hate what you do, and I don't like you

Barriers that need your ticket number, the queue gathers length
I used it as a fuckin' toothpick waitin' on the chair near ward eight
I'm a swivel servant, years of service mate
I'll piss in a cup and throw it at y'boss
Golden handshake, profile people, living as profile page pixels
Match the info section to match your broad range
(One more time)

I hate what you do, and I don't like you
I hate what you do, and I don't like you
I hate what you do, and I don't like you

Routine Dean, so do I
It's like biting bricks and a dead eye
Struggle of work, day is dressed down naivety
And deep frowns and long days
I go crazed, no life gives, no like makes
Cocooning, mobility's gonna move me
I pick up the phone, I'm already there
But I didn't even fuckin' feel the journey
The private bubble, no, you and me, just that electrified electricity

I hate what you do, and I don't like you
I hate what you do, and I don't like you
I hate what you do, and I don't like you
I hate what you do, and I don't like you

I hate what you do, and I don't like you
I hate what you do, and I don't like you