I am your clock   I am your religion   I am your shotgun mechanical bride   nothing is done without my approval      I own you   I 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 of constant humiliation   That follows and shadows you   Wherever you go   And blocks out the light   At the end of every tunnel yo try   Be on time   Be on schedule   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   Do not pass go   Do not collect   Your dignity and your self respect      Give up   It's over   Now time allowed   To try something you like      The bills were all due yesterday   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 the 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 those New Age cssettes   To transmit subliminal messages   I like Mom   I like school   I like to study   I like rules      I am the school teacher   Who yelled at you for not paying attention   And shame 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 ides   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   You might fail   You don't want to find out the hard way   How our society treats   The misfits 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 of your busy day,   You can have the full, rich experience of of parenthood   Without the mess of the real thing. It's called `Video Baby.'   Creative Programming, Inc., offer all of the enjoyment-   And none of the commitment."      I am your calendar   There is no escape   I am why you're 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 quite enough money   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   Free at last   I bid you goodbye   On your own   To wait to die