I close the door in the morning
 Close as it was
 the cover of a coffin
 Look at me for the last time
 Last kiss good-bye
 I meet the dead
 When [bad word]  The evening fell down
 And you came home
 With empty cold eyes
 And empty cold soul
 You swallowed your supper,
 You crashed into bed
 My life with you
 Is like a day of the dead

 Day by day you [bad word] the dead
 Nothing changes nothing is to wait
 Day by day from eight to five
 You stay dead to stay alive

 Up from your high school
 Down to the grave
 Triple work
 Like sheep in the cattle
 Life for the money
 Or money for life
 It’s your freedom of choice
 Until 65
 Corporate life
 Corporate style
 Every week-day
 you must die to survive
 Pray for your pay
 What is the price for your time?
 You [bad word] dead
 and your life passes by.