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