Survival of the Fittest
Hope for the day believe in the day
Hope for the day believe in the day
We open up ourselves, like a cannonball
Fired across the bows
Of a big ship hauling up it's sail
Sailing out sailing in
Hoping that good luck prevails
On a journey to our destiny
Never knowing how it's gonna be
& when you wake up on the other side
We're too old to live & we're too young to die
We fight we fuck we fall
& then we get back up and then do it all,
To some other guy who you never really knew
Well... he doesn't look like me
He doesn't look like you
Well what the hell am I supposed to do?
It's a dog eat dog and tiger too
Well... fuck the politics of survival
Far too complicated
Concentrate on self-preservation
Concentrate on self-preservation
Survival of the fittest
Concentrate on self-preservation
Concentrate on self-preservation
Survival of the fittest
Although the breakfast time of life has come and passed you by
The filthiest of courses still remains...
You drew your life, you drew your home
You drew your picture
But you still can't draw the blood from out your veins
But it don't mean nothin' to me... oh no
& it don't mean nothin' to me... oh no
Hope for the day believe in the day
We open up ourselves, like a cannonball
Fired across the bows
Of a big ship hauling up it's sail
Sailing out sailing in
Hoping that good luck prevails
On a journey to our destiny
Never knowing how it's gonna be
& when you wake up on the other side
We're too old to live & we're too young to die
We fight we fuck we fall
& then we get back up and then do it all,
To some other guy who you never really knew
Well... he doesn't look like me
He doesn't look like you
Well what the hell am I supposed to do?
It's a dog eat dog and tiger too
Well... fuck the politics of survival
Far too complicated
Concentrate on self-preservation
Concentrate on self-preservation
Survival of the fittest
Concentrate on self-preservation
Concentrate on self-preservation
Survival of the fittest
Although the breakfast time of life has come and passed you by
The filthiest of courses still remains...
You drew your life, you drew your home
You drew your picture
But you still can't draw the blood from out your veins
But it don't mean nothin' to me... oh no
& it don't mean nothin' to me... oh no
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Writer(s): Pietro Wing Dimascio
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