Wasteland

I’m walking down a darkened street Ignoring everyone I meet Won’t speak to them, they can’t see me In isolated apathy We’ve got two cars and four T.V.s My whole life is planned out for me I’ll get a job and get a wife In the wasteland I’ll spend my life I’m living in a suburban wasteland Sterile walls close in on me Pre-fab junkyard, suburban wasteland I can’t get out, I can’t get free I’ll see my shrink three times a week And lean on him, so I stay weak And if I find I still can’t cope I’ll tranquilize myself with dope