I've felt dignified fortune before
|
But the luck's not on my side today
|
Burnt out, can't remember the score
|
Success and reality have gone their separate ways
|
I know it's hard
|
When the solitary chain reaction buries me
|
Confessed, second guessed
|
I swallow the remains of my pride and my validity
|
|
Now it's come to this
|
I never thought I would hang so long
|
I'm blaming everyone
|
I was falling short all along
|
At odds, but I try
|
I know it ain't no Sunday drive
|
Pressure, it bears down
|
Distracts me from my life
|
|
Penniless, but got the bills to pay
|
Inferiority complex rations spent
|
Working nine to five every day
|
Sucks my time right through the social vent
|
I can't make sense
|
Of this systematic rat race marathon
|
In time I realize
|
My dreams for ideals and utopia have gone
|
|
-----------------
|
Sunday Drive
|
Sick Shift |