Mahogany Monotony

i dont wann die in this office, and i dont wanna die behind this wheel
and i dont wann die in this shoebox life, fitted stretched and heeled
i dont wanna die in this restaurant and i dont wanna die wearing this tie
and i dont wanna die in this shit house job feeding these slobs eating my pride
i dont wana live n this body and i dont wanna live with these heights
and i dont wanna live getting older unhappy all the while
i dont wanna like in the morning and i dont wanna live in the light
and i dont wanna live with my overhung brain coked and soaked and fried
i am rooted i am structured i am gnarled i am axed
always struggle with the purpose of all that i am asked
i am lacquered im a placard polished to a ruby sheen
a trophy for our failures. mahogany monotony.
every fucking day its all the fucking same.
every fucking day.