Thought "Better the devil" Forever a settler ever regretting not betting for better. Forever indebted and shuffling tethered and shovelling shit, trying to get it together.
But whatever. Never did want to be one of the herd, you heard me. Whatever. Never did want to be one of the herd. The worm will turn
Stripped of the passion, the pattern got cyclical. Trapped by the rational, slapped with a typical schtick and a carrot, with cash as the catalyst, sat in the saddle and cracking the cattle whip.
Whatever. Never did want to be one of the herd, you heard me. Whatever . never did want to be one of the herd. The worm will turn.
And the bland are leading the bland, all heeding to safety and all reaching their hands out for you. Caught up in the chain gang and bound by throat, you're damned if you do now, and damned if you don't. A chip off the block at the top of the field, the cock of the walk is a cog in the wheel.
Oh what have you done? It’s becoming so cumbersome dumbing it down just to drum up the numbers. Sucking the fun, but you're getting number, just rum-pa-pa-pa-pummeling run after run and you're bored of the walls, and you're bored of the floor, and you're bored of the wolf always clawing your door. Bored of the formula, bored of conformity , good Lord, I'm bored of applauding the ordinary.