Seemingly stuck in an overcome system That claims so much more than we need So tricky and far from any wisdom It digs in your pockets far too deep I'm just an innocent victim of miseducation A case study coming of age If you don't mind I would like to relax While you tell me that same old story again That things will losen their halt They will burst at the seams You will see I changed my attitude twice For a number of reasons For the sake of the fleeting idea Relentlessly chasing for private belongings Less worth than an old souvenir But things will losen their halt They will burst at the seams You will see There are no pockets in a shroud And it's getting much too loud In here