I've been down for the count but I always come back for more I'm picking myself off the floorFrom the suburbs to the piers
I found an anchor to hold me hereA slice of the rich upper crust
All the while maintaining their trust
The indignities of the poor and the social elite
I suffer each and every day
As I count what I've takenThey trust me with every dime
And even pay me for my time
As the cars keep on rolling
I thank God for an easy way out
A way they know nothing aboutA punk is what they see
They'll never relate to me
I don't care for the finer things
And I sure don't need them
The smug upper class
Looking to write off one more tax
They're going nowhere fast
As I take their hard earned cashWhat's out there for the kids today?
A set of rules for the majority
They'll roll you off the assembly line
Stamp you number fifty-nineThey say son if you want to succeed
Join the ranks with your college degree
Success isn't all it's said to be
Your worth makes up our inequalityWho said a roof aint good enough
Open up your eyes and call their bluff
When you're gone and in your plot
They're lining up to take your spot
They said you'll grow up someday soon enough
The days gonna come when you put in your nine to five
Just like the next manThey said your friends will be fly by nights
So decide your fate at fourteen
All of them live someone else's dream to be sold
They all look down their nose on me like I'm below them
All of them said to go nowhere is a disease,So decide
You're running out of time
That's what they always used to say to me and you
When we dreamt of a different day
The voices were there to remind us
That we're getting old
And our worst fears were right all alongIn these trouble times it's hard enough as it is
My soul has a known a better life than thisI wonder how so many can be in so much pain,
While others don't seem to feel a thing
Then I curse my whiteness,
And ya get so damn depressed,
In a world of suffering,
Why should I be so blessed?Sometimes my trouble gets so thick
I can't see how Im gonna get through itI don't feel comfortable with the way that my clothes fit
I can't get used to my bodys limitsI got some fancy shoes to try and shake away these blues
They cost a lot of money but they aren't worth a thing
I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete
I need to get out of this cityLay upon the ground stare a hole up in the sky
Wonderin’ where I go when I diePeople walk around pushing back their debts
Wearing paychecks like necklaces and bracelets
Talkin 'bout nothing, not thinkin ‘bout death
Every little heart beat, every little breathPeople walk a tight rope on a razor's edge
Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
It could be a bomb or a bullet or a pin
Or a thought or a word or a sentenceThere ain't no reason things are this way
It's how they've always been and they intend to stay
I don't know why I say the things that I say,
But I say them anywayWorkin your fingers bare to the bone
Breaking your back, make you sell your soul
Like a lung that is filled with coal,
Suffocating slowThe wind blows wild and I may move
But politicians lie and I am not fooled
You don't need no reason or a 3 piece suit
To argue the truthThe air on my skin and the world under my toes
Slavery is stitched into the fabric of my clothes
Chaos and commotion wherever I go
Love, I try to follow
