Из альбома: Me First
At first it seems like a bad dream
And you can’t claw your way out
And the plea that you make so you could escape
Isn’t answered but you’ll figure it out
And all the nightmares you based your life all around
Are now coming true
And it’s love or it’s need, your response to greed
Find a reason, count yourself out
And in the bed where you lay or you’ll drink it away
Anyway, to just draw this thing out
And that’s just the trouble with long term goals and dreams
They’re always being revised
But my sister still cuts her arms
And my brother’s still at the garage
And we’ve given all that we can, Mom
And it’s either sink or swim
And it’s high time everyone else stopped paddling for them
And it’s a song, a song for the tired ones
A song for the sicks ones, a song for you
And if the call, the call to the fight, comes
Just call and I might run, right back to you
'Cause I remember, yeah and I measure. I measure them all
All against you
That’s right, all against you