I am sick of the daily grind Every day is a deja vu I can't do anything I like And I hate everything I do And I ask myself every night: "What the hell happened to my youth?" When did it go away and I got Trapped into a never ending loop? Me and all my friends walk the beaten path I don't think our best days are ahead of us Gerbils on their wheels at least know that they're trapped But we're no better than that I am sick of the daily grind Every day is a deja vu I come to life every Friday night And die every Sunday afternoon Me and all my friends walk the beaten path I don't think our best days are ahead of us Gerbils on their wheels at least know that they're trapped But we're no better than that