You think it matters at all
You think it matters some
And you run to the bed
And you run to get wed
And run to get paid
And you run
Do you think it matters
Driving yourself crackers
Only for a pat on the back
Well done son
Get a career
Employee of the year
Only for a pat on the back
Well done son
You think you've got it
You think you want more
I think you've had enough
And you run
And you hide
And you marry the bride
And you want to get ahead and you make it
My friends are so depressed
They say their life's a mess
But they still think they're blameless
