The Guardian

The need of substance to life, is a paradox
Debt, duty and a happy new year
Making something of yourself is pointless
Selfish asshole, produce kids and rot away to tv-dinners

Fuck you, I'm doing what you're telling me
Circle jerk with a smile on my face
In the claws of a system I don't understand
Creativity is cultivated, but I sure dealt the wrong hand

Despair
Despair
Despair
Become a used car salesman

I saw you coming
Dirty and empty
Eyes closed
Free and frail

I saw you coming
Dirty and empty
Eyes closed
Free and frail

Birth, work, death, repeat
Birth, work, death, repeat
Birth, work, death, repeat
Birth, work, death, repeat