Текст песни High School Was Like Boot Camp For A Desk Job

This time

I'm gonna choose to fight.

My life

This time

I'm gonna choose to fight.

Yeah!

Routine

Killing me!

I'm chained to a desk

Down on my knees.

9 to 5

ritual of death.

Sucking life right out of me.

Rolled up in a flag.

Will somebody please burn meeeeee?

This time

I'm gonna choose to fight.

My life

This time

I'm gonna choose to fight.

There's got to be much more than this

And if you see this raise your fist and fight!

Killing myself slowly
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For this my life I give.

I'll die for my country

Fill my mouth up

With your piss!

All hopes and aspirations

Keep on falling out of life.

Happiness in America

Equals dollar signs

Tell me why?

No!

I never wanted any of this.

I reject your lifelessness.

I want to live

I want to fly.

I won't let my dreams just die.

I'm gonna choose to fight.

My life

This time

I'm gonna choose to fight.

There's got to be much more than this

And if you see this raise your fist and

FIGHT!

Death By Stereo High School Was Like Boot Camp For A Desk Job