Lyrics:

I can only sing it loud always try to sing it clear what the hell are we all doing here making too much of nothing or creating one unholy mess an unfair study in survival, I guess but it always comes down to what to do when it's all around you and this tightwire act leaving us here for dead to news of the world and liquor piles up ahead dodging those with words of power forever on their breath when the quality of life gets tripped upstrangled like death it seems it's getting harder out thereespecially without time enough to see true to life is another hangover true to life is more and more politics true to life is always having to look over your shouldertrue to life is assembly-line sickness but it always comes down to what to do when it's all around you and this tightwire actleaving us here for dead to news of the world and liquor piles up ahead dodging those with words of power forever on their breath when the quality of life gets tripped upand strangled like death it seems it's getting harder out thereespecially without time enough to see