Last Day

Get up, go to work, drive the same road, like yesterday Standing in the yard, loading up again, like the company slave Hear the same old words, saying the same old crap, like yesterday Hear my prayer, god give me change, don't care which way And the world wouldn't be the same, if everything was handed on a plate, handed on a plate But who deals the cards, and why does it have to be this way I'm home again, on the last day Suicide's too hard, tried last week, obviously I failed Want my life real fast, but I'm riding this one, on the back of a snail Don't chase your dreams, too hard, as your loved ones crumble and fade If you want me, I'm under this tree in the shade, yeah, hell yeah