Sunrise
Sunset
Days turn into weeks and years
And as the grind bears down
You get into this shape:
Bored and numb
And full of self hate
Your eyes are open but you're sleeping
All the time
Dues paying charter member, slave to
The bottom line
Got six televisions and vcrs
And a low percentage on the credit
Card
The sega, quadra, and the hi-8
You entertain yourself into this state
The mild distractions keep you just so
Occupied
Dues paying charter member, slave to
The bottom line
So snuff your candles all out
Just one at a time
Or do something dangerous and
Intensify your life
You gotta slap yourself awake from the
White noise buzzing haze
Make it so the glazed eye drones are
Gonna mock you everyday
You're a perfect machine part if you
Just
Fit in with the plan
Pulse pounding, pressure mounting
Get up and yell:
Shut that off.
