Choose Life (3:50)

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars…
compact disc players and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health…
Iow cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.

Chose D. I. Y. and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit- crushing game shows…
stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all.

Pissing your last in a miserable home; nothing more than an embarrassment…
to the selfish, fucked-up brats that you’ve spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future. Choose life.

- But why would I want to do a thing like that?
He’s gonna do another striptease
- I chose not to choose life. I chose something else.