Death and Taxes

Alarm clock rings, i crawl out of bed
I'm not looking forward to what lies ahead
All day i'm like a zombie, the working dead

Today's gonna be a boring day
I know it
I'm not interested in what i'm doing
I show it
I wish that i could walk away
You know? (we're all the same.)

Would happiness be worth the wait?
Would all the mondays be worth the pain?
Some say they'll see
I don't agree

Nose to grindstone
Everyday i walk to work and say
I wish that i could go
Somewhere where time's not despised
Clocked in and put in line
But "that's the way it goes."
Spending our years pinned as slaves
Tired and under-paid, while no one ever knows what life's about
Work to survive until we're 65 and then it's time to die

Nose to grindstone
Everyday i walk to work and say
"i wish that i could go."
Working so hard just to survive
Until we're 65 and then it's time to

Cry with the rest of them
Die with the best of them
We lie to ourselves and think that life's exciting
We cry...
We die
We lie...
We die without ever knowing what we could have done with ourselves