It's been one thousand days since I last saw you breathe

Incarcerated by the routines etched into the concrete



We all fell down now we just hop around

Drop hints for me to grow up

I beg you not to join up

Mister can you spell success

Pay your rent

Pay your debt

The point that's been so overstressed

You're making more and caring less

I've thrown away their recycled lies

They've got those transparent eyes



Your script's been changed, it's not accepted here

Now they'll rewrite it

Then you'll recite it

They'll sell the rights back at 65

If your not still caught in this 9-5

Where's the happy ending in this fucking sitcom?

We've served our king and now he's stripped our wings

If you hear me crying through these cardboard walls

then you know that I still exist

Playing my part in this