Average Day in Doomsville

The computer’s down again,
Amy takes her lunch break early and downs a ‘lude, Like a saint that lives on
sin,
A slow death by expectations the weatherman’s mood.
It’s a never-ending story,
It’s fossil fuel glory,
It’s two rights make a wrong,
It’s another hit song,
It’s a tragic comedy.
It’s just an average fucked up day in Doomsville,
It don’t make any sense and it never will,
A monkey in a suit and tie and a button down, Trying to figure out what it is
that turns the world around.
The boss is in a rage,
Tommy says to himself; well he can just kiss my ass,
Like a bird that built its cage,
He swallows his pride and when he gets home just wallows in the grass.
A fish trying to fly,
A clown trying to cry,
A left turn on red,
A living for the dead,
It’s a crazy sanity.
It’s just an average fucked up day in Doomsville,
It’s just a bunch of godless sheep trying to learn to kill,
A monkey in a tie and a button down,
Trying to figure out why bother to turn the world around.
The woman on the line is really pissed,
Jackie puts her on hold and cusses her down into the deepest hell,
She thinks of all that she has missed,
And even with the Prozac she never ever really feels quite well.
It’s like borrowing from a thief,
It’s like believing in a belief,
It’s like wanting to stay in bed,
It’s like a dream trapped in your head,
It’s a soulless drudgery.
It’s just an average fucked up day in Doomsville, We don’t question the cost we
just pay the bill,
A monkey in a tie and a button down,
He never learned that the world turns itself around.