You wake up at the break of day, and what do you see?There's people rushing all around, unconsciouslyAnd they pour into the subway, in never-ending queuesTo get to their employment, no time to loseNo time, they got no time to call their ownI can't stop to wonder if the day is sunnyCause I'm not aloneThis time, the end is mineNo time, they got no time to call their ownI wonder when they'll start believingThis life was meant for livingIt's the sameIt's the sameThe whole world over nowYou know money, it's kingAnd it forces honest peopleTo do strange thingsLike slaving in a factoryOr sweating down in a mineThat's not a thing I wouldn't doTo do strange thingsI wonder if they could dieNo time, they got no time to call their ownSo wrapped up in their search for hidden treasureThey got no time for pleasureNo time, they got no time to call their ownI wonder when they'll start believingThis life was meant for livingThis life was meant for livingNa, na, na, na, na, naFor no timeI wonder when they start believingThis life was meant for livingNa, na, na, na, na, na