Album: Kids On The Street
Caught in a revolving door and my lungs are suffocating.
Working hard is my reward and my job is so frustrating.
I'm a martyr to myself and a hero to my family. I can feel a breaking point, a longing to be free
But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest. I'm a drunk and a sentimental man
So dust off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me to departed friends, To departed friends
In the middle of the night I wake up, my heart is pounding
I expected more from life than a house and TV watching
Cuz I wimped out on myself, take it out on my friends and family
Cuz they don't appreciate I sacrificed my dreams
Hey there guys I'm not the enemy it's just shared frustration that makes us fight
It's a long way to drive to not make any money, merry Christmas, at least we gotta try