"When we are under excess amounts of stress
Whatever physical problems we have
Become worse
Often times we become ill
Because stress can alter
Virtually every chemical function
And between them all
They virtually control
All the internal chemistry in your body"

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
And the quota seeking pigs and the brain-dead jocks
No, never gonna be an american idol
Not with this guy, no, not with this smile
Never gonna be a rich celebrity
It seems wealth was never in the cards for me

Breath in
Breath out

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 its way

I've 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
Lay me a wasteland
So I don't have to think about you

I'm afraid my faiths in short supply of recent

I've 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

"Why do we constantly put ourselves
Into stressfull situations?
Everytime we get into a situation that is
Anoying, angering, frightening, disturbing
And our blood stream fills with all kinds of adrenaline
Preparing us to fight or run"

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 carbage, thin as a corpse


I've 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 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


Lyrics submitted by Ventana216

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