Household Name - Jehst, Jyager

Never gonna stop

Looking straight forward

Gotta give a lot

Just to make more

Trying to fill the pot

I can’t stay poor

Sitting around waiting to blow like claymores

In the middle of

A man made war

I break myself off

To take a little pause

Trying to figure what

We really came for

Given a cause we never thought we would care for

Live by the rules

Or be an outlaw

However I choose

It’ll be a your downfall

I don’t wanna lose

So I have to move

Before I’m consumed

By the night wolf

Feeling out of tune

What am I to do?

Trying to stay cool

In the wrong mood

Chained to the wall

Chain and ball

Wrapped to my ankle

I’m falling to the damn floor

Upside down

My downsides up

In a ghost town

Where I’m stuck

Living underground

Trying to climb out

Chilling in my midnight lounge until my time’s done

Will I be a foot solider or Ayatollah?

Be the model in the ad for the diet cola

Will I be a lowlife or a high roller?

Will I be a household name when my time’s over?

Will I smoke crack, heroin or hydro?

Will I buy the blackberry or the iphone?

Will I cash a pay cheque or the giro?

Will I be popular with everybody I know?

I’m a mechanoid, I’m an android

Will I read the broadsheet or the tabloid?

Will I try an find a job or stay unemployed?

Another day, another problem to avoid

Going through the motions, the machine-man

Will I eat the thin crust or the deep pan?

Entertain the notion I’m a free man

With the blood of injustice on each hand

Will I support the red or the blue team?

Will I vote for the red or the blue dream

Or the yellow washed up in the slipstream?

Will the sniff make me feel like I’m sixteen?

Will I ever just turn off the TV

And look down at the Earth that’s beneath me?

Or will I just act like that’s beneath me?

I’m a robot

You don’t wanna beef me

Might as well join me

Because you can’t beat me

Put it on a canvas, gallery graffiti

It’s too easy

It’s too hard

Paying for the food, paying for the yard

Pay for the car

Counting every penny in the jar, like rah

Life feels like peddling a penny-farthing

You ain’t getting very far

Finish this cigarette and heading for the bar

Like I buy the snickers or the mars?

E&J liquor or the six-pack of stella artois?

Sky-high like my credit card charge

Thought about suicide

Couldn’t be arsed

Never had the chance to advance

Too slow to approach the pretty girl and ask for a dance

I was just too busy dealing with my task

Dwelling on the future

Living in the past

Will I be a foot solider or Ayatollah?

Be the model in the ad for the diet cola

Will I be a lowlife or a high roller?

Will I be a household name when my time’s over?

Will I smoke crack, heroin or hydro?

Will I buy the blackberry or the iphone?

Will I cash a pay cheque or the giro?

Will I be popular with everybody I know?

Your sin, your vice

Buy low, sell high

Just name your price

It makes me feel good

I feel alive

Your sin, your vice

Buy low, sell high

Just name your price

It makes me feel good

I feel alive

«I'm very concerned about you, Billy.

The risks you take.

You’re aware,

aren’t you, that what you’re doing is illegal?

—Well, what about they were doing?

Billy… people are what they are.

Now you have to learn to accept that,

and you have to learn to accept society’s rules.

If you don’t follow the rules,

Billy, bad things happen.

Now some people make the rules, and some people

follow the rules.

It’s a question of what you’re born to.

I really hate giving

you drugs, Billy."