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I thought there'd be a point to all this Someday it would all make sense Still waiting there's nothing yet I have everything I need Food, shelter, family People that love me Routine, habits, our daily rituals Deaden perception Work, leisure, blank eyed ambition (Where's this going?) Big black hooded perambulator Birth was the death of me Big black hooded perambulator Running red lights to the cemetery Gradually I started to feel All the absurdity Put me in a minor key Breath snags in my chest Words get left unsaid Leaving me feel, well... Helpless Routine, habits, our daily rituals Deaden perception Work, leisure, blank eyed ambition (Where's this going?) Big black hooded perambulator Birth was the death of me Big black hooded perambulator Running red lights to the cemetery Today is the first day of the rest of your lite Tell that to your liver, tell that to your ex-wife Routine, habits, our daily rituals Deaden perception Work, leisure, blank eyed ambition (Where's this going?) Big black hooded perambulator Birth was the death of me Big black hooded perambulator Running red lights to the cemetery Big black hooded perambulator Birth was the death of me Big black hooded perambulator