Cock of the Walk

Thought "Better the devil"
 Forever a settler
 Ever regretting not betting for better.
 Forever indebted
 And shuffling tethered
 And shovelling shit, trying to get it together.
 But whatever.
 Never did want to be
 One of the herd, you heard me.
 Whatever.
 Never did want to be one of the herd.
 The worm will turn
 Stripped of the passion,
 The pattern got cyclical.
 Trapped by the rational,
 Slapped with a typical
 Schtick and a carrot,
 With cash as the catalyst,
 Sat in the saddle and
 Cracking the cattle whip.
 Whatever.
 Never did want to be
 One of the herd, you heard me.
 Whatever .
 Never did want to be
 One of the herd.
 The worm will turn.
 And the bland are leading the bland,
 All heeding to safety
 And all reaching their hands out for you.
 Caught up in the chain gang
 And bound by throat,
 You're damned if you do now,
 And damned if you don't.
 A chip off the block at the top of the field,
 The cock of the walk is a cog in the wheel.
 Oh what have you done?
 It's becoming so cumbersome
 Dumbing it down just to
 Drum up the numbers.
 Sucking the fun,
 But you're getting number,
 Just rum-pa-pa-pa-pummeling run after run
 And you're bored of the walls,
 And you're bored of the floor,
 And you're bored of the wolf always clawing your door.
 Bored of the formula, bored of conformity,
 Good Lord, I'm bored of applauding the ordinary.