four sticks and vomitful of beer
just an outlet to release all the fear
we work hard, we try to stay real
after all've been done, there's just no way to steer clear
Of the pressures and power of subtle oppression
is that all we'll get after a month's hard work
is that all there's to life till the end of times
then why do we still fight to survive
if this is how we're really gonna live all our lives
a windfall's not about to come any soon, just like that
an opportunity's not gonna land in our faces, just like that
its time to stand up for our future, its now to lead a change
sulking and avoidance will get us nowhere
there's a price to to pay, it'll be worthwhile someday
and before that time comes, get on with the race
