I close the door in the morning
Close as it was the cover of a coffin
Look at me for the last time

Last kiss good-bye
I meet the dead
When evening comes


Up from your high school
Down to the grave

Triple work
Like sheep in the cattle
Life for the money

Or money for life
It's your freedom of choice
Until 65

Corporate life
Corporate style
Every week-day you must die to survive

Pray for your pay
What is the price for your time?
You become dead and your life passes by


Day by day
You become the dead

Nothing changes
Nothing is to wait
Day by day

From eight to five
You stay dead
To stay alive


The evening fell down
And you came home

With empty cold eyes
And empty cold soul
You swallowed your supper,

You crashed into bed
My life with you
Is like a day of the dead