Every job is a job
Every cake is a cake
Put on your socks
So your feet are not worn
Put on your shoes
So your socks are not torn
Lay down in bed
Think back on your day
Wake up in mourning
Think forward Today
And it’s always the same
Same old **** in a frame
So bleeding bored
But with no-one to blame
So I look in the mirror
And wrestle my hair
Sculpting an image
That could lead to despair