Death And Taxes

Death And Taxes

Kid Dynamite
(album: Shorter, Faster, Louder)

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.