Falling Down

They steal your soul Break your spirit But you can buy it back with a lottery ticket Living in a box Home sweet home They've got you where they want you with no room to roam You will get a job if you're lucky Maybe frying chicken for the colonel at Kentucky's Working at McDonalds Handing out Mcflurrys You don't know where I've been so you've got good cause to worry Wages are minimal Hours are criminal Hoping for better but you've reached the pinnacle Waiting for a bus while you're praying for a miracle The faces of the people looking sad or even cynical Stinks in the street and the smell gets stronger The weathers abysmal and the days get longer Now I'm stuck in traffic trying to get into town Call me Micheal Douglas now I'm falling down Dig your hole Break your back Mind on the verge on a mental crack Pushing all my buttons so I'm pushing right back Heads gone like mind bomb Temper snaps You can get away if you hurry There is not a soul in the world who would worry You look at the faces They all look the same The only thing consistent is the English rain Mental state in jeopardy Who can afford the therapy? Talking to a priest All he hears is heresy This hand me down is hereditary Seen more life in a cemetery Sleeping with the NME This rhyme will be the end of me Life in a queue and you're told wait longer Sleep is for the weak I must be getting stronger Walk on a knife edge Don't look down Like a game of Jenga It can all fall down