I thought there'd be a point to all this Someday it would all make sense Still waiting there's nothing yet
I have everything I need Food, shelter, family People that love me
Routine, habits, our daily rituals Deaden perception Work, leisure, blank eyed ambition (Where's this going?)
Big black hooded perambulator Birth was the death of me Big black hooded perambulator Running red lights to the cemetery
Gradually I started to feel All the absurdity Put me in a minor key Breath snags in my chest Words get left unsaid Leaving me feel, well... helpless
Routine, habits, our daily rituals Deaden perception Work, leisure, blank eyed ambition (Where's this going?)
Big black hooded perambulator Birth was the death of me Big black hooded perambulator Running red lights to the cemetery
Today is the first day of the rest of your lite Tell that to your liver, tell that to your ex-wife
Routine, habits, our daily rituals Deaden perception Work, leisure, blank eyed ambition (Where's this going?)
Big black hooded perambulator Birth was the death of me Big black hooded perambulator Running red lights to the cemetery
Big black hooded perambulator Birth was the death of me Big black hooded perambulator
