I am sick of the daily grind
Every day is a deja vu
I don't do anything I like
and I hate everything I do

and I ask myself every night:
"what the hell happened to my youth?"
when did it go away and I got
trapped into a never ending loop

Me and all my friends walk the beaten path
I don't think our best days are ahead of us
gerbils on their wheels at least know that they're trapped...
...but we're no better than that

I am sick of the daily grind
everyday's like a deja vu
I come to life every Friday night
and die every Sunday afternoon