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...