No use pretending I can't see What each new day will bring to me One more bad act in one more bad movie But it ain't fucking bliss to me Living in such luxury With just one choice More boredom or more misery A bunch of stupid cattle waiting for the butcher's knife The walking dead in imitation of life At work and school you pay your dues Obedience for the right to choose The most exciting brands of nothingness There'll be no game I just won't play I'll get my kicks another way Gonna burn and steal my way to happiness You say it's always been this way You've got to fill each boring day With stupid little acts repeated endlessly Well I've tasted the carrot and felt the stick Now you can have a bite of brick In return for your assault and buggery