Lirieke: Saint Etienne. Hit The Brakes.

She's waking up
The mirror says
That her hairs
Getting far too long

A coffee cup
To start the day
Better make sure
It's good and strong

To get her through
Got things to do
And now that the clock says eight
Can't be late, so hit the brakes

Lost all your friends, they'd had enough, couldn't watch
While you killed yourself
And you pretend you gave them up
For a lifetime of cars and wealth

Misunderstood, don't feel so good.
Another the clock says eight
Can't be late so hit the brakes
I said hit the brakes