Secret Army - Dead at 28 lyrics

This wound will never stop to bleed In the city of concrete and steel You're dead but you're alive Your everyday sheep to the slaughterhouse The morning bell rings everyday are you ready to swallow frustration and pain? Some call it work, some call it life Enjoy being a slave to the modern times. It seems that life is always the same Dead at 28 And you need the money to pay the rent Dead at 28 Wondering if you're already dead Dead at 28 You're in a rut, you can't see the end You arrive to the place where you work Still sleepy and so pissed off. Everyday is a copy of the past day Til you're 65 or you pa** away You never had the guts to do nothing with your life so you spend all the weekends at your local bar Don't you realize? Don't you just see that you're dead? Dead at 28