Lyrics:
Wake me up at sick o' clock, let me paint my face
Meet up with the other ghosts on a crowded train
All of us in uniforms, all of us in use
Making babies just in time for the evening news
Stop giving yourself to this
giving yourself to this
sorry excuse for a life now
Like a fool inside a box, work to have a right
Make your hair and make your nails, maybe fuck at night
Have some poison, have a smoke, live inside a screen
Eat some garbage till you choke, life is but a dream
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