Choose life.

Choose a job.

Choose a career.

Choose a family.

Choose a faking big television.

Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc player and electrical tin openers.

Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.

Choose fix-interest mortgage repayments.

Choose a starter home.

Choose your friends.

Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.

Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of faking fabrics.

Choose D.I.Y. and wondering who the fak you are on a Sunday morning.

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing gameshows...

Stuffing faking junkfood into your mouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all.

Pissing your last in a miserable home;

nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish faktap brats that you've spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.

I'm not getting any younger,

the worlds changing, music changing, even drugs are changing...

I must try something new!

The truth is that i'm a bad person.

But that's gonna change.

I'm going to change.

Choosing life, like everybody else!

The job, the family, the fakin big telly, the washing machine, the car, the DVD/CD/Mp3 player and electrical tin opener...

Good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance...

Mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage...

Three piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows, junk food, children...

Walks in the park, 9-2-5, good at golf...

Washing the car, choice of sweaters, family holiday...

Index pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters...

Getting by, looking ahead, the day you die.