Looking for inspiration In a desolate dreary wasteland The same **** just different days spent Hoping life will finally make sense Cos I've got bored and aggravated With the drama that will unfold Is this really the end of the road before me I behold? So I form facts from fiction To avoid repetition Of dreary events to which each week ends Cos my yesterdays tomorrow You know so my yesterday will follow today A bit like Bill Murray From that film Groundhog Day But with a lot less adventure Or comedic reflection A script not to question No seems between scenes I'm caught in a dream I can't see me come free from And those are the facts son There's no lights camera action No glitz and no glamour Definitely no famous actor With the hardest tasks keeping track of ... Straight from morning to night In the flash of an eye The same simple ending A yawn then a sigh Only to wake with a shudder Butterflies inside flutter Feeling nothing but gutted No new day No new dollar It's the same as before As you walk out the door The same route to work To prepare for the worst And they call it White Collar Should be Call Centre Curse