It's been one thousand days since I last saw you breathe   Incarcerated by the routines etched into the concrete      We all fell down now we just hop around   Drop hints for me to grow up   I beg you not to join up   Mister can you spell success   Pay your rent   Pay your debt   The point that's been so overstressed   You're making more and caring less   I've thrown away their recycled lies   They've got those transparent eyes      Your script's been changed, it's not accepted here   Now they'll rewrite it   Then you'll recite it   They'll sell the rights back at 65   If your not still caught in this 9-5   Where's the happy ending in this fucking sitcom?   We've served our king and now he's stripped our wings   If you hear me crying through these cardboard walls   then you know that I still exist   Playing my part in this