Have you thrown your body to something
With meaning
Do you whine and wait for the weekend
So you can forget spun drun days and silhouette
So it goes
Such as life in a box
It's me where the burden life lines on meters
Put your life in a box for your sons and your daughters
The inside place poor poor pitiful me
So it goes
Such as life in a box
I once read in a play
About a girl who spend her days
Days and days
Days and days
There's talk of a landslide
Of her side and your side
Did she trade you in for the city?
To count clocks, call Cleveland
Tell tall tales of where she's been in
So it goes
Such as life in a box
This is life in a box

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN