Letras
I was raised to be a fighter
I've been sluggin' all my life
Got a job, a house, a mortgage
Two kids but just one wife
But I've been behind on points
Ever since the second round
The market keeps on going up
While I keep slipping down
I'm all punched out from work and family
Man, I need a break, stand back and fan me
My coroner says that we just can't win
The fight is rigged, the fix is in
Ain't no rest for the weary
No mercy for the just
Plain, ordinary people
Nobody we can trust
Ain't no reason to believe
No relief in sight
Ain't no justice in the world
Still I will not be denied
Just one is one too many
And a thousand ain't enough
I'm addicted to consumption
I keep jonesing for the stuff
But there must be more than this
To fill the'scaping hole
Or does the road to glory
Really dead end at the mall?
Father, please hear my confession
I am a slave to my possessions
I toil in vain from dawn till dark
I owe my soul to MasterCard
Ain't no rest for the weary
No mercy for the just
Plain, ordinary people
Nobody we can trust
Ain't no reason to believe
No relief in sight
Ain't no justice in the world
Still I will not be denied
Standing at the news stand
By the sex and cigarettes
I noticed in the headlines
Much to my regret
Sweeping allegations
As to who's been in cahoots
And twelve investigations
Into who took all the loot
There are snipers and assassins
Who claim they just report
On philistines and vandals
At the court of last resort
There are pious politicians
Who would save us from our sin
Why do I get the feeling