Break Room Anthem
Fluorescent tubes hum above the vending machine
Paper cup steaming with a bitter caffeine
Clock on the wall says it's five minutes more
He puts the suit on right there on the floor (yeah)
Gas-station coffee in a styrofoam cup
He ties the boots and he doesn't look up
Time for the changing of the guard
We wear the crown in the break room light
We take the shift and we claim the night
No running back when the whistle blows
This is the anthem that the working-man knows
Just the whisper of the steam And the fabric
of a dream (ahhhh)
We wear the crown in the break room light
We take the shift and we claim the night
No running back when the whistle blows
This is the anthem that the working-man knows