The leader I'm reading says what's wrong today.
The voices I hear just say they've thought clearly.
We have flickers from the television, which numbs us.
There are many locked doors & we just settle.
And chances pass us by.
Zombies in chorus scream to be like us.
And it turns black for me.
Every time I learn the rules, they change.
A little dough but a lot of toil.
Life probably picks up when hell is frozen over!
We pour alcohol into the wound, until the wound becomes the alcohol itself.
We say looking for quick fixes, because it will never be fixed.
It's blaring from the radio, and I don't give a damn.
It's rumbling from the train,
I keep my mouth shut and look away when they look here.
And chances pass us by.
Zombies in chorus scream to be like us.
And it's getting dark for me.
Every time I learn the rules, they change.
A little dough but a lot of toil.
Life is probably picking up speed now Hell is frozen over!
And if the kick never came,
I'd throw in the towel for good.
Looking for new streets, trying to erase everything I thought.
But the only thing I really know,
Is that 48 hours is damn short.
You know I have the noose around my neck,
And waiting for the chair to be kicked away.
And chances pass us by.
Zombies in chorus scream to be like us.
And it gets dark before me.
Every time I learn the rules, they change.
A little dough but a lot of hard work.
Life probably picks up when hell freezes over!