Ewan McGregor (Trainspotting) - Choose life | Текст песни

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• Ewan McGregor (Trainspotting)
• Choose life

Choose life, choose a job, choose a career
Choose a family, choose a fucking big television
Choose washing machines, cars
Compact disc players and electrical tin openers
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage
Choose a three-piece suite on hire
purchase in a range of fucking fabrics
Choose DIY and wondering
who the fucking you are on a Sunday morning
Choose siting on that couch watching
mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows
Stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth
Choose rotting away at the end of it all
Pissing your last in a miserable home
Nothing more than an embarrasment
to the selfish fucking brats
That you spawned to replace yourself
Choose your future, choose life
I chose not to choose life,
I chose something else
And the reasons
There are no reasons
Who needs reasons
When you've got heroin?