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