Jackson D. Begley - Same Old Story

Go to work, go to school, then back home to your wife
Pack your bags, eat your lunch, then get on with your life
This is ideal, fulfilled we ought to be
Mmm-hmm
Just another page of the same old story

Making plans to catch up with your gold old friend
And they ask what you've done since high school's end
Your last five years were stuck in purgatory
Hmm-hmm
Beneath the surface lies a world of misery

What more is there to tell
We all are doing well
When everything's the same
There's nothing more to say

Pile out, shake a leg, here we go again
Things to do, cockatoo, time to feed the hens
Now ain't it grand, oh isn't that just swell
Oh no
Erstwhile you've seen better days in hell

Take the hat off the rack, put it on your head
Wrap that scarf 'round your neck wishing you were dead
Commute to work and have a cup of tea
Oh yeah
That's the way it always must be

We march among the horde
To serve our overlords
And always we are told
We cannot break the mould

Every day, every week, every month, every year
As long as I'm still here
The game, that I must overcome
Never stop, no rest, no time to think
And I just hope for one
Brief little while of peace

Go to work, go to school, then back home to your wife
Pack your bags, eat your lunch, then get on with your life
This is ideal, fulfilled we ought to be
Mmm-hmm
Just another page of the same old story

Go go go go go
Go to work, go to school, then back home to your wife
Pack your bags, eat your lunch, then get on with your life
This is ideal, and fulfilled we ought to be
Oh yeah
Just another page of the same old story
Ooh
Just another page of the same old story
Same old story baby
Just another page of the same old story
Same old story baby
Just another page of the same old story

Written by:
Jackson Begley

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