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 is gonna be a boring day - i know - 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 day they'll see i don't agree - nose to gridnstone every day 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 underpaid, 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 every day 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 like 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've done with ourselves