There’s a guy I know who fucked his life up,
Works a job he hates,
So he can drink with all the other guys,
To the choices that he made,
I guess at 21 it didn’t seem so final...
All these friends, that I’ve had,
Nobody does anything at all, nobody does anything,
And I think, we could change,
But nobody does anything at all, nobody does anything…
And there’s this girl I know that works a bar,
A different guy each night, they tell her what she wants to hear,
She's turned herself into a matress,
All the coke has gone to her head,
The only part she plays now,
Is a zombie, since she's joined the living dead...
And did they think,
Life would turn out just the way they planned?