EVERYBODY'S WORKING FOR THE WEAK END Letra

because I'm feeling "defeat"

while the vultures wait patient for the end of the weak

my friends say, "You look like someone I knew

someone who got lost in the blues

and fell behind the beat"

you think that you're dreaming but you're only asleep

 

who took the life out of alive?

I woke up on the wrong side of a crime . . . .

 

and I'm sick of feeling like I'm fucking dead

school. work. debt. dread

every cul-de-sac is another dead end

 

every morning I wake up looking down

on a day so shallow that I can't even drown

 

tell me, is this all there is?