Rush Hour

Smack my alarm across it’s head

It’s 7 AM I wanna stay in bed

Would you like fries with that?

Hot or iced? Sweet or spiced?

Close my eyes and take a deep breath

Mop the floor, shine by my store

This dumb job’s not my destiny

I’m just here til I achieve my dreams

Clocked in, but my head’s clocked out

Clocked in, but I’m dreaming about-

On stage, screamin’ my name

(Peach Riot! Peach Riot!)

On stage, rhythm’s rocking

(Peach Riot! Peach Riot!)

But my day job holds the power

Spinning round in rush hour

Buckle my bootstraps and get to work

Another day, another Monday

So you don’t wanna tip today

The coffee wasn’t yours anyway

Back of the kitchen’s my only grace

Hope we’re not all here to stay

We laugh the pain away

Together it’s gonna be ok

Clocked in, but my head’s clocked out

Clocked in, but I’m dreaming about-

On stage, screamin’ my name

(Peach Riot! Peach Riot!)

On stage, rhythm’s rocking

(Peach Riot! Peach Riot!)

But my day job holds the power

Spinning round in rush hour