Day of the Dead

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 evening comes 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 become 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 become dead and your life passes by