Letra de High School Was Like Boot Camp On Desk Job

My life This time I'm gonna choose to fight. My life This time I'm gonna choose to fight. Yeah! Routine Killing me! I'm chained to a desk Down on my knees. 9 to 5 ritual of death. Sucking life right out of me. Rolled up in a flag. Will somebody please burn meeeeee? This time I'm gonna choose to fight. My life This time I'm gonna choose to fight. There's got to be much more than this And if you see this raise your fist and fight! Killing myself slowly For this my life I give. I'll die for my country Fill my mouth up With your piss! All hopes and aspirations Keep on falling out of life. Happiness in America Equals dollar signs Tell me why? No! I never wanted any of this. I reject your lifelessness. I want to live I want to fly. I won't let my dreams just die. I'm gonna choose to fight. My life This time I'm gonna choose to fight. There's got to be much more than this And if you see this raise your fist and FIGHT!