Still We Let It Choke Us

It's not what you want But you'll take what you get Why waste your time? Looking sharp boy Hair is just right Tie is on tight For eight hours every day now You cannot breathe No time for yourself What if your paperwork caught on fire? Wasting away, blink of an age Tie is on tight, Oh so tight, and it chokes you Days turn to weeks Weeks turn to months Months turn to years and You'll die so unhappy Well, life is a bitch And life is a beach You've got the sun and the sand Your suit all within your reach Take off the tie What a sick day We've gone to build castles In sand and go swimming, It's time for our play To the barricades We'll take them by storm Days fade to weeks, fade to months, fade to years And there is not that much more. --- Still We Let It Choke Us - Piebald