Ventana - Stress Related

I don't want to live like this All pissed off and all stressed From the everyday bullshit I don't want to die like this Some kind of angry fit My heart will call it quits But I'm... Never gonna understand the office lingo The cornball Christians that play bingo The fast food rejects. The white collar snobs The quota seeking pigs and the brain dead jocks No. Never gonna be an American Idol Not with this gut, no. Not with this smile Never gonna be a rich celebrity It seems wealth was never in the cards for me I don't want to be like this But nothing seems to fit Since I got used to it I can't see the sunshine Too many dark clouds are in it's way I lost all hope that I could last In this land of the walking dead It's such a waste, what I could do But I'm stuck here with you I hate everyone I work with A bunch of miserable pricks Cuz of the chances they missed Everyone I meet is a rude selfish asshole Apparently please and thank you is a hassle Nobody's bothered by the state of the world Or the late night commercial child porn girls Light me a cigarette. Pour me a drink Make me a wasteland so I don't have to think about you I should really deal with it Become a hypocrite Somehow buy into it But it's the only way I know how to live I can't shut it out I can't take this shit Still I'm... So fed up with the mallrat punks And the spoiled rotten white kids Trying to be thugs The popped collar douchebags The spray on tan queens Toupees, extensions, wigs, and weaves So tired of all this crap on tv The sugarcoated news and the talk show sleaze The Hollywood gossip showing the worst Of the silicone garbage. Thin as a corpse I let the stress go to my head I know someday soon I will be dead It's not a waste. It gets me through Being stuck here with you