Death And Taxes - Kid Dynamite

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