Fussing and fighting alone with our friends
Holding our breath and hoping it never will end
It's been long, long haul
We would be ducking and diving, a rise then a fall
Pretending the ups and the downs didn't matter at all
And we got it almost right
Well there were hundreds and hundreds of mumbling miles
Always a personal reason to cop or to smile
Now there's a green light
We came and we went, we went and we came
Slowly but surely we learnt that it wasn't a game
But it was a good clean fun
We were just second hand cars along with the rest
Holding our own and hanging on in with the best
Nothing comes easy
Drinking and thinking what we'd rather do
Nothing of any real interest is coming on through
Maybe we're all right now
But in the end does it matter, matter at all?
Scratching a living and having one hell of a ball
Nothing comes easyGoddamn, even Superman shot himself
Blew his mind couldn't save the wealth
Maybe he read the Sunday paper
Murder front page "DID HE RAPE HER?"
I can't see through the haze of the hazy
It's the little things that drive a man crazy
You know what I mean I know why he did it
Too slow to outwit it, get it
His cape was red, but so was his blood
Man of steel fell with a thud
Taken out by a villain who's willin' to stand in line
And do the time you hated 'cause life brings death that life has created
And do you understand when I say it's the little things that break the man
By the way are you feeling it bit by bit
Piece by piece they're stealing it
Bite the dust hit the deck they're dealing it
You've got to give it up
Sometimes I feel so stupid
Sometimes I feel so low
Sometimes I think of all the things that I'll never know
Sometimes I don't know what to do
But most motherfuckers don't have a clue
Open your eyes see out the inside the point of the point of the point you can't
hide from the shit that's all around funky ghetto of the mind that brings you
down
Can't shake it 'til you give it up, sell your soul, or don't give a fuck
Takin' you out superhero style your finger's on the trigger
Wishing you were bigger all the while you've got the soul with rigor mortis
Like Travis Bickle said, "Suck on this"
You've got the soul with rigor mortis
Suck on this
The grip on the neck and the snake bite kiss