I've got a good job,
A beautiful wife,
Lovely children,
And we all live in a nice neighborhood.
I have friends galore,
People are so nice,
Most would do anything for me.
I want for nothing,
Life is beautiful
All the time,
Perfection has been attained.
And it's such a drag.
I'm going to leave it all behind,
Say goodbye
To the wife and kids.
I'm going to move to Sweden,
And become a death metal singer,
Paint dark makeup
Around my eyes,
Dye my hair black,
Start smoking cigarettes,
Start drinking more,
Smoke some crystal meth,
Think about death, a lot.
All the time, even.
I wonder
If the kids
Would buy my cd.
