It's been one thousand days since I last saw you breathe Incarcerated by the routines etched into the concrete We all fall 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 your 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 sell the rights back at sixty-five If your not still caught in this nine to five 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