Lyrics:

You're not really mad at Iran or Afghanistan
You're mad at the fact that your wife can't stand you anymore
You don't know where she is
You're going crazy in your basement hole

Clicking your remote control, spitting insults at the screen
Because tomorrow you're back at work
Where you can't stand being the little man
Despite your groveling you cant get ahead

No one really laughs at your stories anymore
You're too cynical and mean so they've fucked off bored
Your kids are at the mall
They just sit and stare at the walls

You think you tell it like it is, you say you can't stand bleeding hearts
But every single day
You just sit there bleeding for yourself
You whine and cry in your manly voice

This is your life

You do it to yourself
Take the load off your mind
Go out into the world
You'll see you'll probably survive

This is your life