Music – C. Bradley/P.Bradley
lyrics – C. Bradley
Trombone – C.Delamater

You used to be the one to say
You'd live your life in such a way
Where every day would bring only play
You'd wash away all of the decay
But one day, not too long ago
You found your life was moving far too slow
Big chain wrapped around your pinky toe
You thought you could break free, but…..no………

You can go from your car to work
You can go from your work to home
But if you think you're going anywhere else
You might as well leave it well alone
There are other plans for you
Stuff to clean, bills to pay, work to do
Don't for the mortgage and the loans
and don't go to far from that phone
Sweden hoteles Might as well get used to these four walls
And this paralyzing kick in the balls

You can go from car to home
You can go from your home to work
But if you think you're going anywhere else
Give it up right now, you dreaming jerk
hotel rooms Hague Your boss's ass is where your nose will be
Cubicles as far as the eye can see
Don't worry about integrity
You'll learn to love your cage, just wait and see.

You can keep it all inside
All the dreams that somehow fried
Do you sometimes wonder where they went?
Or maybe how those days were spent
Buried in deep cement