Do the nine-to-five shuffle,

it's what you're best at, baby.

Every day new characters,

but the same old boring story.


So sink into your La-Z-Boy,

flick on the TV.

Gawk at all the beautiful places

you'll never see,

all the beautiful people

you'll never be.


Sit there sipping your rose

sad, sick, drunk, and lonely.

And next time you dream of the life

we could have had,


remember that you

left me.