Hard Times

I don't want to leave the house Don't want to leave the couch Don't want to sit around either If I ain't got you around No common ground Or maybe I just need a breather Hard times I try not to let them catch up Too many in a row Can leave you fed up All night Thinkin' how to stack the bread up Wake up every morning And it's still never enough Whole new direction for me Lost the Midas touch And the elbow grease Bet their rentals won't forget those memories As we push on forward Enjoy the party life How you gonna say I'm not your brother Just babies From other mothers How you gonna say I'm not your brother You know that feeling You wanna give up Hey, it's all bad And times get rough Sometimes we throw it all To the wind And then we do it again That feeling You wanna give up Hey, it's all bad And times get rough Sometimes we throw it all To the wind Yeah Carry on You know that feeling You wanna give up Hey, it's all bad And times get rough Sometimes we throw it all To the wind And then we do it again That feeling You wanna give up Hey, it's all bad And times get rough Sometimes we throw it all To the wind