You've done what they expect you to do
I will laugh when you must cry Why should I know the reason why To Hell with any intellect Mental decay (Mental decay)
What to do with all this time? There's a hole in my life Without beer I've got no fun
Apathy in friendship, stupidity at work Keep faith in tradition, the orders from above Your fancy dies on T.V., our conscience on the way You'll be vegetating right up to your final day
Take a look at those decrepit pensioners They fuss around to make believe they're alive They hate everyone just because they're all so young The lividness in their faces