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, another 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 amongst the dead and I am one of them.
Is this how it's gonna 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