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Following my dreams
Got me a life I can't afford
A wife I love but I can't give her
The things that she deserves
And I guess I could give up everything i live for
Just to survive
But then I'd kinda have to wonder why
They'll ask you condescendingly
Just why you are so mad
And if you find a reason to be happy
They'll give you ten to feel bad
And when that gets you down
They'll ask what the hell is wrong with you?
These assholes own the world
And they want to own us too
It's no mistake
There's so many problems
We don't know where to start to fix them
It's no mistake
There's no good answers
Only different shades of depressing
It's no mistake
That we've been lied to
Our whole fucking lives
It's no mistake
And there's no need to wonder why
They'll ask you condescendingly
Just why you are so mad
And if you find a reason to be happy
They'll give you ten to feel bad
They don't need to ask
What the hell is wrong with you
They're assholes but they're smart enough to know
There's no winning hearts and minds
It's easier to grind and grind and grind
You down 'til you don't know what's wrong or right
And you're too tired to stand up and fight
And it doesn't matter
What the hell is wrong with you
These assholes own the world
And you and me we know the truth
Fuck 'em
Got me a life I can't afford
A wife I love but I can't give her
The things that she deserves
And I guess I could give up everything i live for
Just to survive
But then I'd kinda have to wonder why
They'll ask you condescendingly
Just why you are so mad
And if you find a reason to be happy
They'll give you ten to feel bad
And when that gets you down
They'll ask what the hell is wrong with you?
These assholes own the world
And they want to own us too
It's no mistake
There's so many problems
We don't know where to start to fix them
It's no mistake
There's no good answers
Only different shades of depressing
It's no mistake
That we've been lied to
Our whole fucking lives
It's no mistake
And there's no need to wonder why
They'll ask you condescendingly
Just why you are so mad
And if you find a reason to be happy
They'll give you ten to feel bad
They don't need to ask
What the hell is wrong with you
They're assholes but they're smart enough to know
There's no winning hearts and minds
It's easier to grind and grind and grind
You down 'til you don't know what's wrong or right
And you're too tired to stand up and fight
And it doesn't matter
What the hell is wrong with you
These assholes own the world
And you and me we know the truth
Fuck 'em
Credits
Writer(s): Tom Smith, Jim Snyder, Jeff S Abarta, Mike San Miguel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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