A family man in the midst of
a total breakdown
seeks refuge inebriated state
as he thinks to himself how did
life pass me by - somewhere down
the line i forgot how to live
now every day is just another chore,
another day, another week, antother year.
the world slowly turns, but this
rut never ends - one blink of an
eye then it's gone.
So he puts his faith in the almighty
lord up above, he's told for all good
men heaven awaits
"well i can't wait any longer when's
it my turn to see the light that'll
come and take my troubles away?"
now he spends his days preaching
what he does not believe, to a world
that's forgotten how to live
and he can't understand the empty
feelin' inside that seems to grow
every hour, every day.
"what's it take to be a man, when
everything i'm taught i can't believe
and everything is thrown right in my face?
i wake up everyday, i live here among
the dead and i am one of them. is
this how it's gotta be? for you and me
open your eyes take a look
around think nice thoughts then
it's off to work i go!"
now it's back to the hustle and it's
back to the beat
it's back to another forty hour
week.
"soon that weekend will come
i'll get to have a little fun then
it's back to my forty hour grave"