The dishes and the laundry never end
The second hand just keeps on ticking
Through the traffic jams the scams the way
She's faking it
Come on and sing me a song
Make it better for at least three minutes long
You think I’m escaping
But I think reality is breaking through
The red tape around me and you
Bills to feed and mouths to pay
I got the cat box to clean today
It’s salty he put his finger on me
World war three will we fight for clean
Water or die in heat waves and
Catastrophes she prays Jesus
Save us from responsibility
Voiceless prophesies
Too many unlived dreams
Useless degrees and not enough money
To get all I think I need
Psychoanalysis, electro-Isis
Perfect skin will we be beautiful in
Our graves?
