It's hard to smile When all you catch is shit and slight And the bastards grind you down This is no life To be served up hand to mouth And expect it with a smile So what is right? Being scorned for what you've been told Or standing up to make a change? And if I'm wrong, you all just carry on I'll send myself on my way After all this is what you've come to expect We watched our fathers stick out their necks Is this all? A life of regrets We were warned: make your own path And take it All the while, all we got are aches and pains And the boss is sitting back You spend your life following protocol But in the end there is no friend