It's 8am at the Fire Club And I'm on my way to work I'm looking in from the outside At a world I used to know Good times Good drugs I kind of miss them I kind of don't It's 8am at the Fire Club And I'm on my way to work Well at least I've got a job At least that's what I tell myself As I step in the machine Along with everybody else It's 8am at the Fire Club And I'm on my way to work I still hang on to a dream For everything it's worth ♪ It's 8am at the Fire Club And there's a drumbeat in my head As I ride the escalator With the walking living dead It's 8am in the Fire Club And I'm on my way to work I still hang on to a dream For everything it's worth