It's hard to smile
When all you catch is shit and slight
And the bastards grind you down
This is no life
To be served up hand to mouth
And expect it with a smile
So what is right?
Being scorned for what you've been told
Or standing up to make a change?
And if I'm wrong, you all just carry on
I'll send myself on my way
After all this is what you've come to expect
We watched our fathers stick out their necks
Is this all?
A life of regrets
We were warned: make your own path
And take it
All the while, all we got are aches and pains
And the boss is sitting back
You spend your life following protocol
But in the end there is no friend
