Fingers exposed to the bone,
Noses pressed into the grindstone,
My neck is stiff from this weight I carry,
Blistered feet,
Red raw toes,
This constant state is never, never, never enough for you
And I'm sick and tired of this,
Cracking vertebra and slipping disks,
Morale less each unit shifts.
Well, is this mine or is this someone else's dream?
You seem to misconstrue exactly what I mean to say,
And it doesn't seem like this shit is working anymore,
Cause I'm afraid of loosing everything that I am,
In the back of a moving van,
And I'm afraid,
Things will never be the same.
Here it goes again,
Another town to make it right,
Tell them what they want to hear,
Do the same thing every year.
Well, is this mine or is this someone else's dream?
You seem to misconstrue exactly what I mean to say,
And it doesn't seem like this shit is working anymore,
Cause I'm afraid of loosing everything that I am,
In the back of a moving van,
And I'm afraid,
Things will never be the same.
(Here it goes again) [x4]
Cause I'm afraid of loosing everything that I am,
In the back of a moving van,
And I'm afraid,
Things will never be the same.
I'm loosing everything I am,
And I'm afraid,
Things will never be the same.
Cause I'm afraid of loosing everything that I am,
(Whoa, whoa)
In the back of a moving van,
And I'm afraid, (And I'm afraid)
Things will never be the same again.
It doesn't feel like this shit is worth is anymore.
(It doesn't feel like)
Be the same again.
It doesn't feel like this shit is worth it.