Imitation of Life

No use pretending I can't see
What each new day will bring me
One more bad act in one more bad movie
Well, it ain't fucking bliss to me
Living in such luxury

With just one choice, more boredom or more misery
A bunch of stupid cattle waiting for the bucher's knife
The walking dead, an imitation of life

At work and school you pay your dues
Obedience for your right to choose
The most exciting brands of nothingness
There'll be no game, I just won't play
I'll get my kicks anther way
I'm gonna burn and steal my way to happiness

You say it's always been this way
You'vе got to fill each boring day
With stupid little acts repеated endlessly
We'll I've tasted the carrot and felt the stick
Now you can have a bite of brick
In return for your assault and buggery