In a car I am driving
The cops bear down
And in my mind, I am thinking
Face of the clown
And in the morning I wake up
Breath: Oh, why?
Because it's part of the program
Prepare to die

And in our day, the perfect routine
Something safe and something clean
And on our minds, that same old line
Prepare to die
And in this work, I am working
The 9 to 5
And I think to myself
Will I get out alive?

Sick or better
Poor ghost man
[?]
I said: Now, where do I begin?

I've heard it said
That a lounge singer
Dies some way
I've heard it said
That a lover
Leave you yesterday
I've heard it said
Just one more to take