Lyrics:

I'm sick of those never ending days,
When I think of all the time I waste
In this room all by myself.
I definitely know that I should
Find better things to do,
But I know I'm lazy too...
So I'll keep my butt stuck on the couch...
How could I find a way out? Get peace of mind?
Been broke for a while now,
But I'd give anything I have,
To get me all those super things I seen on TV...

Why the hell would I bust my ass
Searching for a job I would never give a fuck about?
I should ring my buddy Kadafi
To sell him tanks and M-16's,
To help him serve and protect his beloved democracy...

After all I'm still here,
Staring at the clock tick so slowly
My boredom's never ending...
This system I live in just sickens me,
How long again do we have to pretend that it's ok?
In vain I try to crawl out of this hole I'm stuck in
I'll give my bank a shout, and get myself a new credit
Like everyone around... Blindfolded eyes, and hands up
Tied

So why the hell would I bust my ass
Getting back in the line now
Searching for a job I'll never care about?
Just to get a tiny pay that I'll sure be blowing
Rushing out to get myselt the latest trendy shit...

So now I fit perfect this super consumerist system.
More awesome things to buy, more new beast gadgets to
Dream about...