| I don’t want to live like this
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| All pissed off and all stressed
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| From the everyday bullshit
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| I don’t want to die like this
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| Some kind of angry fit
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| My heart will call it quits
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| But I’m…
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| Never gonna understand the office lingo
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| The cornball Christians that play bingo
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| The fast food rejects. |
| The white collar snobs
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| The quota seeking pigs and the brain dead jocks
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| No. Never gonna be an American Idol
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| Not with this gut, no. |
| Not with this smile
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| Never gonna be a rich celebrity
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| It seems wealth was never in the cards for me
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| I don’t want to be like this
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| But nothing seems to fit
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| Since I got used to it
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| I can’t see the sunshine
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| Too many dark clouds are in it’s way
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| I lost all hope that I could last
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| In this land of the walking dead
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| It’s such a waste, what I could do
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| But I’m stuck here with you
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| I hate everyone I work with
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| A bunch of miserable pricks
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| Cuz of the chances they missed
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| Everyone I meet is a rude selfish asshole
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| Apparently please and thank you is a hassle
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| Nobody’s bothered by the state of the world
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| Or the late night commercial child porn girls
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| Light me a cigarette. |
| Pour me a drink
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| Make me a wasteland
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| So I don’t have to think about you
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| I lost all hope that I could last
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| In this land of the walking dead
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| It’s such a waste, what I could do
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| But I’m stuck here with you
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| I should really deal with it
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| Become a hypocrite
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| Somehow buy into it
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| But it’s the only way I know how to live
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| I can’t shut it out
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| I can’t take this shit
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| Still I’m…
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| So fed up with the mallrat punks
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| And the spoiled rotten white kids
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| Trying to be thugs
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| The popped collar douchebags
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| The spray on tan queens
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| Toupees, extensions, wigs, and weaves
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| So tired of all this crap on tv
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| The sugarcoated news and the talk show sleaze
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| The Hollywood gossip showing the worst
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| Of the silicone garbage. |
| Thin as a corpse
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| I lost all hope that I could last
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| In this land of the walking dead
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| It’s such a waste, what I could do
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| But I’m stuck here with you
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| I let the stress go to my head
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| I know someday soon I will be dead
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| It’s not a waste. |
| It gets me through
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| Being stuck here with you |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stress Related, artist - Ventana. Album song American Survival Guide Vol. 1, in the genre Индастриал