First you have to try and walk
And work out how they write with chalk
And on slippery slides don't come off the sides
Or stall or balk
They'll say you have to be you're best
And never fall behind the rest
Don't you lose the race while playing safe
Nor fail the test
But none of that ever very much happens
Just your sense of foreboding
But none of that ever really much matters
Just a sense of foreboding
Then you have to get your 'L's
Matriculate and buy what sells
And when you go for broke
Try not to choke
Though it feels like hell
And of course you have to get the job
And take the punches in the gob
Learn to tie a tie and multiply
Though you're called a nob
But none of that ever very much happens
Just your sense of foreboding
But none of that ever really much matters
Just a sense of foreboding
And there's lots to be scared about
The king-hit, the crash, the drought
Have you saved enough or bet too much
Your turn to shout
And don't expect skittles and beer
Or the girl just to join you here
It'll break your heart and the car won't start
When the tanks appear
But none of that ever very much happens
Just your sense of foreboding
But none of that ever really much matters
Just a sense of foreboding
And then one day you know you're in love and you'll feel joy
And you'll feel such gratitude
And you'll think boy, now you're really alive
And if you could just bottle up this attitude
But none of that ever very much happens
Just your sense of foreboding
But none of that ever really much matters
Just a sense of foreboding