Biirdie - Life In A Box lyrics

Have you thrown your body to something With meaning Do you whine and wait for the weekend So you can forget spun drun days and silhouette So it goes Such as life in a box It's me where the burden life lines on meters Put your life in a box for your sons and your daughters The inside place poor poor pitiful me So it goes Such as life in a box I once read in a play About a girl who spend her days Days and days Days and days There's talk of a landslide Of her side and your side Did she trade you in for the city? To count clocks, call Cleveland Tell tall tales of where she's been in So it goes Such as life in a box This is life in a box