This wear and tear on my heart
Taking years off my life
But let’s just keep riding this way
At the theme park that just won’t quit
Where the patrons are subdued and broken
Curtsying to the bastard dog
Dare we not upset the holy schmuck
And keep on coughing up quarters
The fastest way for us all to die
I pray we wake to this again
Why would tomorrow be any different
In chains, we rot and kick and die.