Sitting in the lazy chair,
the channels look the same
I realize that the roof is stable
and start to feel ashamed
it`s cold outside but dont ask me
the weather`s fine in here
ask the man around the corner
who lives his life in fear
Two hundred pennies,
forty ounces later he`s okay
he doesn`t have the pressure
to think about the next day
but I bet it`s something cold
and hard and grey
Complaining and whining all the time
I never seem to quit
always lying to myself,
A shoe that always fits
never is a long time and
it seems like I`m a clock
ticking like a time bomb,
someday soon his life will stop
I listen to the radio but
nothing good is on
my friends are calling up but I`m
pretending I`m gone
we`re all pieces in a chess game
he`s a pawn
I wonder how it turned out like this
no one seems to care
the scale has tipped me fortunate
is this what we call fair?
but I`ve never had the mind to know it
never had the guts to show it
I know one thing, his dream is my nightmare