I see it in the women, the coldness in their eyes      So shallow in their minds, so predictable in desire      I see it in the bosses whose hands hold people’s lives      So stupid in promotion of old boys, sycophants and liars      CH.      And I feel a death coming on      2.      The job I do is boring, they all hate me anyway      The days are long, the nights are just an alcoholic haze      The weekends come and go, nothing different, nothing new      I smoke because I need to and I drink because there’s nothing else to do      CH.      BRIDGE      Somebody always fucks it up with a knife in the back or a bullet in the guts      One door opens, another one shuts, somebody always f***s it up      3.      People think I’m crazy but I’m gonna make ‘em pay      Let ‘em laugh for now, the tears will soon be hear to stay      A chance is all I asked but heads stay buried in the sand      Going out in a blaze of glory, that’s the only thing they’ll understand      CH.