Plod on, brave traveler
Beer down the hatch
9 to 5's not easy, don't complain--
She's a catch
22 is long gone...
But brace your mind from such thoughts
Can you feel the insanity
Boring a hole?

Let it out when you're alone,
Oh you freak,
Oh you motionless stone.

Feel the peaks start to flatten
Feel your colors start to fade
I'm just writing this because I'm angry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.