I'm stumbling through the maze of a newly built estate Where my feet won't move in time against the pavement I know I have to fight, I just hope I'll be alright Hearing echoed chants of a confused statement And by Monday morning we will sink to the minimum wage And by Tuesday evening we will think that we can't cope again Raise a glass on Friday night where we'll drink it down the drain Three years at Cambridge yet our chances are all the same Each word feels like a sentence Each whisper said with vengeance Blinded by the streetlamp glow with concrete fragrance But I stand a disciple to a land of a thousand fools A tribe with no feeling cause we learnt too much at school Raise a glass to the new day dawning To the people who time forgot Raise a glass to your old school photos And the ideas that time chewed up And by Monday morning we will sink to the minimum wage And by Tuesday evening we will think that we can't cope again And by Monday morning we will sink to the minimum wage And by Tuesday evening we will think that we can't cope again And by Monday morning we will sink to the minimum wage And by Tuesday evening we will think that we can't cope again