I can only sing it loud

Always try to sing it clear

What the hell are we all doing here

Making too much of nothing

Or creating one unholy mess

An unfair study in survival, I guess



But it always comes down to

What to do when it's all around you

And this tight wire act leaving us here for



Dead to news of the world and liquor piles up ahead

Dodging those with words of power forever on their breath

When the quality of life gets tripped up and strangled like death

It seems it's getting harder out there

Especially without time enough to see



True to life is another hangover

True to life is more and more politics

True to life is always having to look over your shoulder

True to life is assembly-line sickness



But it always comes down to

What to do when it's all around you

And this tight wire act leaving us here for



Dead to news of the world and liquor piles up ahead

Dodging those with words of power forever on their breath

When the quality of life gets tripped up and strangled like death

It seems it's getting harder out there

Especially without time enough to see