Stop These Lines (Paternoster)

Morning peace dusty air
Clean your teath and comb your hair
Dressed in clothes you always wear
Go to work I won't be there

Lunchtime snackbar eating chips
Ketchup's running down your lips
Deadeyed waiters selling bibs
Which you have to fix with clips

Sitting waiting find an end
Meaningless with no comment
Is this life in your own hand
People are like grains of sand

Pick up streets and pull down skylines
Ravish women blast the mines
Burn the whiskies spill the wines
Find beginnings stop these lines