Lyrics:

I'm on a one mission to get a politician to honor
Or he's a goner by the time I get to Arizona

Sometimes I feel like a dead man when I walk around my house
Petrified of going out, I couldn't leave to save my life
I'm a waste of my freedom 'cause I've imprisoned myself
With this crippling lack of wealth, and my decaying sense of self
And I have two years left
And I hate my future, I hate my job
And I'm such a fucking slob, oh, my apartment is a mess
And I am very resentful that life is an art
And Harry Potter and Voldemort are works of fiction, not our world
And we have two years left
And I hate sleeping
And I hate waking up with a sense of shame
And I hate sleeping
And I hate waking up
And I can't afford to give a fuck about myself

And I have two years left
Two years left
Two years left to go
Two years left
Two years left
Two years left to go