Текст песни
What's there to be done
With a lyric, a pen and guitar like a gun
And bills to be payed?
Is there a point to be made?
It's a fool's pursuit in the first place
Can you look yourself in the face
And say you tried?
Can you say you survived?
Can you say anything without sounding contrived?
Oh, where do you go?
You can't even go on the dole
There's only one thing I know
That everybody struggles in this old world
I will live and I die in compromise, the things I buy, the tears I cry
I can't deny like passing time, I'll live and die an absurd
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These grand principles
Cheaply bought and expensively sold
What's your t-shirt say?
"¡Hasta la victoria siempre!"
It's not enough to say the right things
And no one always does the right thing
We have to commit to learning from our mistakes
And try and do better for all of our sakes but
But what do you do?
I've gotta work and you do, too
Gets you tired and blue
To be choosing between rent or food and
Where do you go?
Can't even go on the dole
Only one thing I know
That everybody struggles in this old world
I will live and die in compromise, the things I buy, the tears I cry
I can't deny like passing time, I'll live and die an absurd
Li-i-i-fe
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