歌词
He slowly awakes
Day after day
Picks up his briefcase and straightens his tie
A salaryman
Shibuya, Japan
Does what he has to do to simply survive
Corner store again
Couple hundred yen
The man at the register knows him by name
Two cups of green tea
And three UCC
Feel like the only things keeping him sane
Gets something to eat
From a vending machine
Opens his briefcase and loosens his tie
Lights a Seven-Star
Been working too hard
But ask how he feels, and he'll tell you a lie
Wearing on his face
A smile so fake
He straightens his tie, puts out his cigarette
The smoke on his breath
It killed him, yet
If it never does, overtime will instead
Shoulder to shoulder
On the train home
The same line again and again
The passengers stare out the windows
With every stop, some get off, some get in
Surrounded by men
Is he just like them
They're probably asking the same thing of him
He walks home alone
Alarm on his phone
To wake up for work in the morning again