Paroles de Dear Deceased

In a car I am driving The cops bear down And in my mind, I am thinking Face of the clown And in the morning I wake up Breath: Oh, why? Because it's part of the program Prepare to die And in our day, the perfect routine Something safe and something clean And on our minds, that same old line Prepare to die And in this work, I am working The 9 to 5 And I think to myself Will I get out alive? Sick or better Poor ghost man [?] I said: Now, where do I begin? I've heard it said That a lounge singer Dies some way I've heard it said That a lover Leave you yesterday I've heard it said Just one more to take