Tightrope

I've never heard a member of the working class Singing punk rock songs to kids They're too busy working I don't get all worked up by angry white man chants From professional musicians They're just doing their jobs The bar is not a pub, your friends are not your mates A pack of badgers filled with bitterness and hate If all the boys are dying in bloody fights Then maybe you should stop behaving like a petty thug Singing anthemic eulogies at graves you've dug I will not glorify the working man That's just another weak excuse And you know it Oh yeah To justify and romanticize a violent life If that's right, then I wanna see some fucking proof Do you got it? Your dignity and honor But what do you do To make a difference in this cesspool of a world? No, I don't have any answers Just try to be a better man And try to understand that we're all fucked And fighting each other is want they want Nobody's getting out of here alive Choking to death on misplaced sense of pride Everything's falling apart [x3] Everything The white man's not my enemy The black man's not my enemy The straight man's not my enemy The gay man's not my enemy The rich man's not my enemy The poor man's not my enemy No man is my enemy No man is my enemy My enemy No man is my enemy [x3] No man