For three to four hours
Each night

The dim glow of the television
Can be seen through my bedroom window

The body decays
More glasses of wine

It will be the same thing
Tomorrow

Off to the salt mines
For another 9 to 5

You know
I feel no guilt
For being poor

For doing as I please
For working part time

Everything is fine
Everything is how
It always is

America will never
Face a difficult time
Americans will never
Face something difficult

Just ask the guy

I'd like to smash
That television most times