Fool's Gold

It's been one thousand days since I last saw you breathe
 Incarcerated by the routines etched into the concrete
 We all fell down now we just hop around
 Drop hints for me to grow up
 I beg you not to join up
 Mister can you spell success
 Pay your rent
 Pay your debt
 The point that's been so overstressed
 You're making more and caring less
 I've thrown away their recycled lies
 They've got those transparent eyes
 Your script's been changed, it's not accepted here
 Now they'll rewrite it
 Then you'll recite it
 They'll sell the rights back at 65
 If your not still caught in this 9-5
 Where's the happy ending in this fucking sitcom?
 We've served our king and now he's stripped our wings
 If you hear me crying through these cardboard walls
 then you know that I still exist
 Playing my part in this