Lard Follow

I am your clockI am your religionI am your shotgun mechanical brideNothing is done without my approvalI own youI decide how long you sleepAnd how much restYou are ever allowedI decide what you desireI deny you time to thinkI am the mirror of constant humiliationThat follows and shadows youWherever you goAnd blocks out the lightAt the end of every tunnel you tryBe on timeBe on scheduleAlways feelLike you're always lateAnd need more scolding and punishmentDo not daydreamDo not dilly-dallyDo not fall behindWings are flapping right behind youYou know what's coming nextAs I swoop down like a hungry owlAnd sink my talons into your backAnd drag you back to square one againThe pain gets a little worse every timeCrashCrumpleDo not pass goDo not collectYour dignity and your self respectGive upIt's overNo time allowedTo try something you likeThe bills were all due yesterdayYou've failedYou're throughFirst we form our habitsThen they form usWe dress up as someone else every dayGingerbreadhousesFireplace surprisesWhat tastes the bestThe witches won't let you haveThese days, having a babyIs like what having a BMW used to beWhile they're asleepPlay those New Age cassettesTo transmit subliminal messagesI like momI like schoolI like to studyI like rulesI am the school teacherWho yelled at you for not paying attentionAnd shame you in front of the entire classAnd dragged you around the room by the hairThis is what happens to boys and girlsWhose penmanship is messyBe neat, like the othersFollow ordersObey what is put in front of youImagination is the ultimate sinYou can't be creative the rest of your lifeYour counselor wants a word with youIf you liked school, you'll love workResign yourself to a job you'll hateGet a hobby - but keep it in the garageShove yourself into a slotDespise your ideasYour boss knows bestWe can't all do what we want to doAlways settle for what you're told to expectDo not take chancesYou might failYou might failYou don't want to find out the hard wayHow our society treatsThe misfits who make mistakesBadFailureBadFailureHomelessDepressionMental hospitalsMurderBorn on the cutting room floorDie in the bin by the doorHypothermia of the spiritWhy do people chaseSo many useless toysIn search of the perfect baby sitter"For just $19.95 and just thirteen minutes of your busy day,you can have 'the full, rich experience of parenthoodwithout the mess of the real thing.' It's called Video Baby."Creative Programming, Inc., offer "All of the enjoyment -and none of the commitment."I am your calendarThere is no escapeI am why you're afraidTo respect yourselfI lead you down garden path after pathWith carrots on a stickI'll let you taste but never embracePeek in the wrong door, I slam it on your fingersGo backAdventure is not allowedGo back - not allowed!I leave you exhausted, henpecked and afraidNever quite enough moneyNever enough nerveTo reach out for something betterThan the grind you call your lifeThe hatch of your hamster cage is openBut guess who waits just outside the doorStay on your treadmillKeep running on that wire wheelBriefcase in handMoney rains down just out of reachYou'll burn out soon enoughIt's all part of the planWhen you're no longer usefulYou can finally retireTo the glue factory of your choiceFree at lastTo scratch your headWondering what happenedFree at lastI bid you goodbyeOn your ownTo wait to die