|
I am your clock |
|
I am your religion |
|
I am your shotgun mechanical bride |
|
Nothing is done without my approval |
|
I own you, |
|
I own youI decide how long you sleep |
|
And how much rest |
|
You are ever allowed |
|
I decide what you desire |
|
I deny you time to think |
|
I am the mirror, constant humiliation |
|
That follows and shadows you wherever you go |
|
And blocks out the light |
|
At the end of every tunnel you try |
|
Be on time |
|
Be on schedule |
|
Always feel like you're always late |
|
Always feel like you're always late |
|
And need more scolding and punishment |
|
Do not daydream |
|
Do not dilly-dally |
|
Do not fall behind |
|
Wings are flapping right behind you |
|
You know what's coming next |
|
As I swoop down like a hungry owl |
|
And sink my talons into your back |
|
And drag you back to square one again |
|
The pain gets a little worse every time |
|
Crash, crumple, crash, crumple |
|
Do not pass go, do not collect |
|
Your dignity and your self respect |
|
Give up, it's over |
|
Give up, it's over |
|
No time allowed to try something you like |
|
The bills were all due yesterday |
|
You've failed, you're through |
|
You've failed, you're through |
|
First we form our habits then they form us |
|
We dress up as someone else every day |
|
Gingerbread houses, fireplace surprises |
|
What tastes best the witches won't let you have |
|
These days having a baby |
|
Is like what having a |
|
BMW used to be |
|
While they're asleep |
|
Play these new age cassettes |
|
To transmit subliminal messages |
|
I like mom, |
|
I like school |
|
I like to study, |
|
I like rule |
|
I am the school teacher who yelled at you |
|
For not paying attention |
|
And shamed you in front of the entire class |
|
And dragged you around the room by the hair |
|
This is what happens to boys and girls |
|
Whose penmanship is messy |
|
Be neat like the others |
|
Follow orders |
|
Obey what is put in front of you |
|
Imagination is the ultimate sin |
|
You can't be creative the rest of your life |
|
Your counselor wants a word with you |
|
If you liked school, you'll love work |
|
Resign yourself to a job you'll hate |
|
Get a hobby but keep it in the garage |
|
Shove yourself into a slot |
|
Despise your ideas your boss knows best |
|
We can't all do what we want to do |
|
Always settle for what you're told to expect |
|
Do not take chances you might fail |
|
And you don't want to find out the hard way |
|
How our society treats |
|
The misfits |
|
The ones who make mistakes |
|
Bad failure |
|
Bad failure |
|
Homeless depression |
|
Mental hospitals, murder |
|
Born on the cutting room floor |
|
Die in the bin by the door, hypothermia of the spirit |
|
Why do people chase so many useless toys |
|
In search of the perfect baby sitter? |
|
For just 19.95 and just thirteen minutes out of your busy day |
|
You could have the full rich experience of parenthood |
|
Without the mess of the real thing |
|
It's called |
|
Video Baby |
|
From Creative |
|
Programming |
|
Incorporated |
|
Offering all of the enjoyment |
|
And none of the commitment |
|
I am your calendar, there is no escape |
|
I am why you're so afraid to respect yourself |
|
I led you down garden path after path |
|
With carrots on a stick |
|
I'll let you taste but never embrace |
|
Peek in the wrong door |
|
I slam it on your fingers |
|
Go back, adventure is not allowed |
|
Go back, not allowed |
|
I leave you exhausted |
|
Henpecked and afraid |
|
Never enough bounty |
|
Never enough nerve |
|
To reach out for something better |
|
Than the grind you call your life |
|
The hatch of your hamster cage is open |
|
But guess who waits just outside the door |
|
Stay on your treadmill |
|
Keep running on that wire wheel |
|
Briefcase in hand |
|
Money rains down just out of reach |
|
You'll burn out soon enough |
|
It's all part of the plan |
|
When you're no longer useful |
|
You can finally retire |
|
To the glue factory of your choice |
|
Free at last to scratch your head |
|
Wondering what happened |
|
Find how time flew |
|
Right past you |
|
Free at last to wonder what happened |
|
Free at last, |
|
I bid you goodbye |
|
On your own, to wait to die |
|
On your own, to wait to die |
|
On your own, to wait to die |
|
On your own, to wait to die |
