I see it in the women, the coldness in their eyes So shallow in their minds, so predictable in desire I see it in the bosses whose hands hold people's lives So stupid in promotion of old boys, sycophants and liars [Chorus] And I feel a death coming on The job I do is boring, they all hate me anyway The days are long, the nights are just an alcoholic haze The weekends come and go, nothing different, nothing new I smoke because I need to and I drink because there's nothing else to do [Chorus] Somebody always fucks it up with a knife in the back or a bullet in the guts One door opens, another one shuts, somebody always f***s it up People think I'm crazy but I'm gonna make 'em pay Let 'em laugh for now, the tears will soon be hear to stay A chance is all I asked but heads stay buried in the sand Going out in a blaze of glory, that's the only thing they'll understand