Lyrics: Swingin' Utters. Circular Highway. Catastrophe.

You can't believe your children you can't believe your wife, you can't take the credit fucking up your life. some people don't believe me when I tell them "I'm alive" they see me walking so slowly they think I'm too uptight
It's a catastrophe such a strange way to live
Well let me try a new strategy I'll and make it work I'll take myself away and get out of the dirt