Get a well paid job Get yourself a mean dog Build a safe sweet home For a future family Buy yourself a wife Say "cheese" to the camera Make the 2-5 kids You were told to make And mine the ground around Your brand new property Sitting, but sinking on a sh** throne One more slave has chosen his fate Ready to shoot your friends in the back But ready to turn on your heels and run, too... Using people as tools To shape as a snake this new world of yours The way your sick mind approved The way you've been forced to... or not I wish I could be careless But I can't, you're the sh** reminders That fill up the space Make me think you chose the path of glory By fighting for something Waiting for you to spit Waiting for you to die