This Is Your Life

You're not really mad at Iran or Afghanistan You're mad at the fact that your wife can't stand you anymore You don't know where she is You're going crazy in your basement hole Clicking your remote control, spitting insults at the screen Because tomorrow you're back at work Where you can't stand being the little man Despite your groveling you can't get ahead No one really laughs at your stories anymore You're too cynical and mean so they've fucked off bored Your kids are at the mall They just sit and stare at the walls You think you tell it like it is, you say you can't stand bleeding hearts But every single day You just sit there bleeding for yourself You whine and cry in your manly voice This is your life You do it to yourself Take the load off your mind Go out into the world You'll see you'll probably survive This is your life