What We Worked For

[Verse 1]

I lost the confidence to write a song

So i found three simple chords

And I held them together with my weak voice

On an out-of-tune guitar my father gave to me

And may Elvis turn in his grave

And Les Paul curse my dirty calloused fingers

And may the likes of this song never make one fucking dollar

Leave it for a demo tape to be played until it's broken

Then remembered only for what it was

[Chorus]

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

[Verse 2]

To my friends and enemies who could have been anything

Titans and heroes who found survival in cause and effect

Behind counters, behind windows, striving just to be people

With bitter ideals of justice

Do we only need to keep working because it pays rent?

Sleeping under plastic stars glued to a ceiling

Muscles burning alcohol and nicotine every morning

[Chorus]

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

[Verse 3]

There's a height beyond skyscrapers

There's a distance beyond the freeway

More than pictures in a magazine

More than tragedy in a rock and roll song

It's more than the actions you know it's safe to make

It's more than money could ever buy

Are we living to work and die in american cities

Working to live and die in american cities

And dying for what we worked

[Chorus]

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell

That we gave 'em hell