Not much to report, it was just another day Indentured servitude to the system he obeyed Cyclical routine, always running, never reaching Ever grasping at the straws of a "so-called" successful life Might as well hang himself by his Windsor now And save them the trouble of Leeching the life from his veins one nine-to-five at a time Beats the back-breaking a**embly line In the end, the result remains the same A wasted shell of a man who lived his whole life a slave Enjoyment through monetary gain He was unable to obtain But Danny was able to scrape enough scratch together For an extremely precious purchase To bring ultimate pleasure, the ultimate high Bided his time Found it wrapped up just for him And inside, as a young man said, "are other worlds than these" Not much to report, it was just another day The smoke drifted upward and carried him away Not much to report, it was just another day The smoke drifted upward and carried Daniel away