He looks back to the days when the lyrics and chords meant everythingthese days he stares at the screen so complacent and without dreamschange, but he can’t hide it – that’s the story of an average manhe needs goods and services for which he pays a premiumjust a display for his neighbors dot-comers who earned a fortunechange, but we can’t hide it – that’s the story of an average mantake us to our cubicles todayand it’s the hell we make o.k.nobody cares, nobody cares, no one cares about the average manburnt toast at 6 a.m. it’s not gourmet, but it’s adequatewaste away precious hours in front of the flat screen monitorchange, but you can’t hide it – that’s the story of an average mantake us to our cubicles todayand it’s the hell we make o.k.nobody cares, nobody cares, no one cares about the average manjust when you think you’ve got everything you’ve got nothing at alltake us to our cubicles todaytake us to our cubicles todaytake us to the hell we madetake us to the hell we madecan we escape? can we escape?how can we escape the hell we’ve made?