Ramones

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, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose my friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who I'm on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into my mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats have spawned to replace myself. Choose my future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change, I'm going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you! looking ahead, till the day i die...