Sedlaczek

He's just a man in the street
 Some kind of sequacious
 Who'd never dare to cheat
 Or to be wholeheartedly tenacious
 Who'd cherish daily routine
 Abiding all the laws
 And taken by spleen
 Never questions the cause
 Chuffed with a window-seat
 And speaking in tongues
 He's rowing to the beat
 Of executive drums
 Life is comfortable - amongst the common
 Life is comfortable - watching the others
 Buried in the attic
 A secret hiding place
 A world full of magic
 Oh, he's lost in its embrace
 The temple of his nurture
 Which is lost in time and space
 Chuffed with a single-malt
 Ignoring the chains
 He's rowing to the beat
 Someone else holds the reins
 Your Life is comfortable - but boring to the bone
 Your Life is comfortable - cold hearted and alone
 Your Life is comfortable - oh, wait, your mom is on the phone