So you found yourself at some dead end in life
And you're waiting there, sitting on a spot
Like a pointless rock
You may find yourself
In some old unemployment place of
Nervous lines of mad men
Women without any hope of
The world is falling down on you
This place of hope is hopeless
Running in circles, kids on the floor
Slap'em down when they scream
Like some midday nightmare
Shortage of pencils, jumping the line
Neurotica settles the state of the mind
Fill out the papers, colorless forms
Don't expect any smiles
From some faceless clerk
Nobody cares here, everyone wears their
Face of pity
Son is home from school
Without will so effortless he
Wants to find a job
And can the golden rules you showed him
His mother's on her knees and tears in eyes
Another day of waiting for pride
And forge some wholly, holy place of
Praying for mercy, praying for love
Hands on the bottle and heart in the booze
Pick up a check, while you're comfortably numb
You may not have pride, but you're less confused
So, you found yourself
At some dead end in life
And you don't know how
To make those ends meet right
Caught in a rut of constant denial
Blackout stages for the devil inside
One day you'll wake up, battling truth
Losing everything and the ones you love
You wanted to be true to you
You want to be responsible
You think there's nothing left to do
You may not care now
This country's got you taken care of
And you may justify it
Righteously with facts all made up
Lies to yourself
And all the people you are so afraid of