What's there to be done?
With a lyric pen and guitar like a gun
And bills to be paid
Is there a point to be made?
It's a fools pursuit in the first place
Can you look yourself in the face
And say you tried, can you say you survived
Can you say anything without soundind contrived
Oh, where do we go?
Ye cannae even go on the dole
There's only one thing I know
That everybody struggles in this old world
I will live and die in compromise
The things I buy, the tears I cry
I can't deny, like passing time
I'll live and die
An absurd life
These grand principles
Cheaply bought and expensively sold
What's your t-shirt say?
Hasta la victoria siempre
It's not enough to say the right things
And no one always does the right thing
We have to commit to learning from our mistakes
And try to do better for all of our sakes
What do we do?
I've got to work and you do too
Gets you tired and blue
To be choosing between rent or food
And where do we go?
Cannae even go on the dole
Only one thing I know
That everybody struggles in this old world
I will live and die in compromise
The things I buy, the tears I cry
I can't deny, like passing time
I'll live and die
And absurd life