Born to work and die
Does anyone ask why?
This planet doesn't make sense
They wonder why people feel intense
We all have two choices to make
Relax and meditate with incense
Or lose the plot and climb the fence
Each mind can achieve great things but we all kept dense
Dumb, dopey, dull, dosey and gullible
Dull-witted, mindless, imbecile
It's time to take the wheel
Crash the car and push down the air bag
Get out fast
Run, run to the great beyond
Hoping that freedom last