Used to think thered come a day When all the problems would disappear Working at a dead end job saving up to fly away Drunken weekends, forgotten names The faces start to look the same Got no reason just got time Slipping tripping down the line Sad but true, this could be you Why dont we try to do more than get by Sit at home and contemplate TV, music, sex and drinking Little choice and little cares To be a famous millionaire No sense, no motivation Battered souls of smashed emotions Get that money, drive that car Anyone can be a star Every day in every way We plan, we scam, we damn the forces A thousand plans to anticipate More excuses to procrastinate Faith, hope, belief mean nothing Thinking is not condoned Consume work and obey Your future is assured as empty
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