Walkin' down the street, thinking only of himself
He hated his life, he hated everything else;
Lives his life in immoral poverty,
No ethics, no values, no security.
They're wasting their minds.
Now he's gotta get a job, he's got nowhere to stay
Can't take another week, not even another day,
Filling out the application, a biography of lies
No hope for living now, praying that he dies.
Pressure pulls the trigger