Falling Down

They steal your soul
Break your spirit
But you can buy it back with a lottery ticket
Living in a box
Home sweet home
They've got you where they want you with no room to roam
You will get a job if you're lucky
Maybe frying chicken for the colonel at Kentucky's
Working at McDonalds
Handing out Mcflurrys
You don't know where I've been so you've got good cause to worry

Wages are minimal
Hours are criminal
Hoping for better but you've reached the pinnacle
Waiting for a bus while you're praying for a miracle
The faces of the people looking sad or even cynical
Stinks in the street and the smell gets stronger
The weathers abysmal and the days get longer
Now I'm stuck in traffic trying to get into town
Call me Micheal Douglas now I'm falling down

Dig your hole
Break your back
Mind on the verge on a mental crack
Pushing all my buttons so I'm pushing right back
Heads gone like mind bomb
Temper snaps
You can get away if you hurry
There is not a soul in the world who would worry
You look at the faces
They all look the same
The only thing consistent is the English rain

Mental state in jeopardy
Who can afford the therapy?
Talking to a priest
All he hears is heresy
This hand me down is hereditary
Seen more life in a cemetery
Sleeping with the NME
This rhyme will be the end of me
Life in a queue and you're told wait longer
Sleep is for the weak
I must be getting stronger
Walk on a knife edge
Don't look down
Like a game of Jenga
It can all fall down